Aster brushed a bit of herb aside. She had just finished sorting out the old herbs. She grabbed them and exited the den. The den was a burrow. A bit smaller then practical. There was enough space for herb storage, her nest and a small chamber for any fox that was badly injured. She trotted a bit away from the camp. Burying the old herbs.

Nootau was gleeful his mouth holding two voles by the tail in his jaws. He pranced over to the dig pile sniffing the fresh soil that hid prey. His claws scraped up some dirt pushing a gopher deeper in the dirt making room for his voles. Proudly he scuffed the dirt back over. He sighed the setting sun making him feel more calm. His fur was fluffed out from scuffling and rapidly digging at the vole burrow earlier. With a yawn he sat in a nice grassy nest lined with, flowers, feathers, and rabbit fur. It was perfect for him, everyone knew it was his nest, because he threw a fit as a kit saying he owned the nest. His pupils were slits as he rested his head on his paws. "What a eventful day!" He yipped thinking of all the things he did today. First he woke up and caught a fat rabbit that they said he could eat, then he patrolled the border and met another clan fox, they basically fought with words both storming off after, after that he chatted with some clan members and shared prey with the fox kits telling them stories, and then he went hunting and caught two voles, now hes resting in his nest.

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Some time had past after he drifted in and out of sleep yet he couldn't sleep. He felt odd, like he forgot something... "What could I have forgotten?... Did I report back to Violet after the patrol? Did I forget to feed the elders? What did I forget?" He though distressful, he hated this feeling. Fully awake and discomforted he stalked off Violet in his sight. "Hey Violet!" He greeted gleefully sitting down beside her. "I can't seem to take a good nap." He mentioned as his eyes stared at a pretty flower. "Bet you can't name that flower!" His pupils were round with playfulness.

The start of a smile crept on Violet's face as the dark fox approached her. She liked the playful fox. Always happy and energetic. She eyed the pale colored flower thoughtfully. "Nope!" She replied almost playfully " What is it?" She asked with a hint of humor in her voice.

Spark watched as her small clan of foxes started to gather. She was hoping that with spring would come more kits to strengthen her clan. Most of them now were young but life always went by too fast. She heard a couple foxes babbling nearby. Spider was talking to Flip not far off, she rolled her eyes a little and called out to them.

'Would you quit your yapping and come over here,' Spark said with a small edge to her tone. 'Dont you think its right time to get the morning started?' she questioned them.

'How about you two go hunting, Spider you can show Flip some techniques since you're so curious about his training.' she instructed before looking around for the other foxes.

'I'll go find Cuckoo for a border patrol, I'll see if Moth wants to join us too,' Spark told them before trotting off, not staying to here their response. She expected they should be able to figure it out themselves, at least for her clans sake she hoped.

Violet smiled as Nootau told his story. She hopped of the ground as he asked to hunt. "Sure!" She replied "The willow sounds like a great place to hunt. I've never caught a rabbit before!"

Aster burried the herbs making then decided to see if she could find any. She had just thrown out many of them after all. Winter was a harsh season for medics. Especially near the end. The carefully dried plants molded and most lost their healing ability even if they didn't mold. Sometimes if a fox was in a fight the best she could do was try and stop the bleeding.

She had not been more then a minute walk away when she spotted a few green shoots. Healing herbs. To young to pick yet. She noted the general area for later in the season.

Hirola watched, day in and day out. Sometimes he watched them with his eyes, other times with his ears, but always, he was watching. Watching the foxes, watching the prey, watching the clouds roll past. He never looked away.

Now, he was watching the two foxes nearby. His eyes to see them, his ears to hear them. He didn't think of it as eavesdropping. More like gathering intel. He sighed, and rested his head on his paws.

Cuckoo trotted up to Spark. "Am I needed?" He asked cocking his head and curling his tail around his paws. The grass felt nice under his paws and he flexed his claws, waiting for a reply.

As soon as Spark turned and trotted away she heard Cuckoo, she turned to him and smiled.

'Finally someone ready to take care of their clan, lets go then,' she grumbled with a chuckle, noticing Moth still asleep in her den. Spark climbed her way up the dunes of the beach to the rest of the territory where grass grew sparsely through the sand. Every once and a while you could spot a rabbit straying from the meadows, but that wasn't her concern right now.

'Fine morning here in our territory, isn't it,' she said to Cuckoo proudly.

"It is." He smiled, pointing his muzzle to the sky. Faint whisps of clouds drifted slilently, as if they were as intent on watching him as

he was them. He quickly snapped out of his faze and looked back at Spark. He grinned and burst into a run, stopping at the top of a large dune. "Blue..." He mumbled as his eyes ran over the immerse waves and ripples that was the water.

(Cuckoo is crazy)