We're taking over, jump the ship

Oh Ruin was a bad bad girl.

She couldn't contain her giggles as she rummaged through Motif's den, pulling and tugging at her furs till they were all strewn out on the grass outside. It had been a spur of a moment scheme, the sort that popped into her head like a catchy tune. And once she started thinking about it there was no way to let it go, Ruin had to see it through to the end or else. But what did the rest of her plan entail? Oh ho ho, Ruin grinned at the deviousness of her plot, her tail wagging a mile a minute as she grabbed a corner of the den and began to pull it along. It was a lot harder than it looked, that's for sure. She huffed and she puffed, tugging them with all her might, but really a small thing like her wasn't meant to do heavy lifting. She'd barely dragged the bedding a few feet from the den before her sides began to heave and her stubbly legs wobbled with the strain.

A whine slipped from her lips as Ruin flopped to her belly atop the soft furs, puppy legs slanted out to the sides as she rested her chin on the floor. Where were her brothers when she needed them?