"Let's go gather some moss," suggested Flameblaze, "You've had a long day, and I don't want you to get into anything where you have to pad too much."

Lightpaw nodded.

Padding to a tree he unsheathed his claws and scraped some moss down.

"It helps you with hunting and fighting," he explained.

Lightpaw did the exact replica, gathered up the moss, but it fell off.

"Fox dung!" she cursed.

"Well, you gather it up in your teeth, you know," Flameblaze added helpfully.

She gathered up a clump of the moss, and Flameblaze the other, going back to camp.