FuzzWarriors 9

Fuzzypelt padded casually around River Clan camp. Her mind swirled around with the events of the day. Around sun high, Berrypaw and Badgerpaw had stumbled into camp, yowling for help. They told tales of a strange grey creature. After speaking carefully to the elders, Fuzzypelt decided it was a grey fox. Though they were not dangerous to a camp full of strong warriors, but they could do some damage to a few apprentices hunting for prey. Even more so, when there was a pack of them. A sneeze awakened Fuzzypelt from her deep thoughts. Brakentail stumbled out of Leaffrost's den and sneezed loudly again.

"What did you do this time, Leaffrost?" Fuzzypelt mewed jokingly.

"I was simply trying to cure Brakentail's stomach aching and he snuffed up the wrong herb!" Leaffrost mewed innocently.

Sighing, Brakentail drifted over in Fuzzypelt's direction.

"Still worried about the fox?" she mewed quietly.

"Yes! What if there is a pack living near? What if-" Fuzzypelt mewed in concern.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Brakentail mewed, "It was probably a lone fox getting a drink of water!"

"Still..." Fuzzypelt muttered, "what if it isn't?"

Dragging herself closer to Skystar, she mewed suddenly, "May I go hunting?"

Peering at Fuzzypelt, Skystar answered, "Sure, but be back soon. With the fox slinking around, we don't want to have an absent warrior." "Ok," Fuzzypelt mewed almost happily.

She was going to find the fox.