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

Littlepaw nodded.

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

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

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

"Fox dung!" he cursed.

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

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