A step, a step. An adult fox had arrived. His quick ears flicked toward the sound, before he had become more aware of it. He stopped. He was on alert and looking. Oh no, it was Willow! She had sternly told him to return, and rightfully so, for a very naughty fox he had been. Run for it! His young self surely couldn't outrun the grownup fox out to get him, but what else could he do? He made a straight dash away, towards the outside of Meadow Clan territory, but it is very much too far away.

Spider - Soldier - Beach Clan - M: Cypress and Chogan

Spider wanted to shrink in on himself when Cypress kept arguing with the Meadow Clan soldier.

'Cypress just give him the rabbit,' Spider barked, he didn't sound angry but rather desperate. He wanted to run but he couldn't leave his clan mate. Spider had never been a fighter but his love for his clan was stopping him from avoiding this dilema.

Turning to the large male he stood up straight and try to flatten his fur and remain calm, 'Listen, I didn't want to be in your territory and I dont want to fight, but if you attack my clan mate I wont have a choice, please just excuse his antics and I promise you won't ever catch me over there again.'

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'You dont think its mother would recognize it, even as an adult,' Spark challenged. 'Plus if it is theres maybe we can bribe them for more territory to get it back,' Spark propositioned.

'Tundra, Umbra, what do you think,' Spark questioned turning her attention to the other few foxes that were in camp.

Spark was saying her two sentences. Before Umbra's name was called, she had something to say. The scenario of a mother fox in Meadow Clan somehow seeing Dune and recognizing her pelt, seemed unrealistic. At that, Umbra turned her head to see and respond to Spark. "It doesn't seem to be the case that Dune here was born in Meadow Clan, if Dune is a Beach Clan fox, Dune is a Beach Clan fox." Taking the side of keeping the fox here. This fox coming from Meadow Clan and Spark marching right into their territory, with a kit that might not even be there's, seemed so outlandish.

Breeze wandered back into the woods outside of the meadow clan territory as her stomach rumbled and her gut squeeze her tightly as if it was trying to digest itself. She couldn't remember the last day she had eaten anything so it made full sense to her why her stomach was so angry with her. Breeze sniffed the air taking in the scent of what she thought was the scent of a faint fox in the distance but also more importantly there was the scent of a mouse atleast she thought it was a mouse, her smell wasn't the best so she could be wrong but Breeze decided to search for what she believed was the scent of a mouse. Breeze stayed low to the ground as she listened to the sound of squeaking coming from a nearby hole at the edge of a tree stump. Breeze gazed in the direction of the sound slowly creeping up as the mouse came into view darting in and out of the hole, she wasn't really sure what it was doing if there were more mice in the hole or if there was something wrong with it but none the less food was food. Breeze waiting for the right moment when the mouse had came out of the hole again and she pounced forward her claws clasping onto the mouse, feeling the furry body trapped under her paws she eagerly trapped it in my fangs shaking it. Although none of that was probably necessary she probably killed it when she first put her claws around it as it was squeaking by the time she had pounced but then again Breeze didn't know the first thing about hunting really. Her mother hadn't told her like anything. All the knowledge that Breeze had obtained had been from trial and error and general curiousity. Like when her mother had first left her and she had been trying to find a place to sleep and she curled into a burrow that just so happened to be home to a badger who had scratched her on her hind leg. Breeze had a huge scratching problem so she had remembered finding a leaf and sticking it to her would with cobwebs that had been attached to the leaf and well whether it was the cobwebs that stopped the bleeding or the leaf that healed the wound when normally a cut like that would have stayed on her for a few weeks instead had disappeared with one week. So yea she wasn't the most educated or experience for a 10month old but it was better than nothing, atleast she knew roughly how to survive due to instincts.

Announcement - Evening is approaching and it brings spring storm clouds with it

Wynter looked over head and saw the dark storm clouds rolling across the sky. It's probably going to rain tonight he thought. He knew the clan will come back soon to take shelter from the storm when it came. The sun still shined, but it was a dull one. He grabbed a small mouse and sat in on the grassy floor of the camp. it will be a restless night, tonight.

"Frisk! Stop right now!" Willow snapped.

Upon seeing that he had no intention of doing so, she darted forwards. She slowly but surely caught up to the younger fox. Eventually, she pounced, knocking him to the ground and pinning him down.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?! First of all, staying out all night when a badger was in the territory! One of your clan members died from it!" Willow's tail was swaying and her ears where back. "Also, this area is covered with hills and rabbit holes! You can easily fall over around here and injure yourself." She barked.

In all honesty, she was mainly mad because of the danger that Frisk put himself in. This lesson needed to be driven into him or he could end up doing something much worse that would result in him being injured or even killed.

Crimson decided it was time to tell everyone her decision, she whispered under her breath "Well here goes nothing." "Everyfox! I have made my decision" Crimson knew some wouldn't like her decision but she knew it was right in the longrun.

"I have decided that we'll keep the kit but under Weevils supervision, Weevil can you please come over, thank you everyone you may go." Crimson saw the faces of some of the foxes but she brushed it of, some foxes just didn't like outsiders joining the clan but it was her decision and she felt like she made the right one.

"You don't seem to have a temperature. Go and get food and water like I said, then come back to lie down." Marigold instructed. "I'm going to check on the situation with the kit." She added.

Marigold went outside of her den, watching the meeting. She was relived when Crimson announced that the kit was going to be staying with them. The poor scrap wouldn't survive another night alone out there. Weevil was a good choice to look after the kit in her opinion. He was a kind young fox, one that would take care of it well. She thought for a moment before going up to Crimson.

"Crimson? I just wanted to let you know that Weevil needs to rest for a little while. They're a bit unwell. I'd say he'd be okay soon though." She informed her leader.