Flower entered the camp, The kit in his jaws, Garfeild was waitting for him.
"And weres the moss-?" He growed, his tail lashing.
"I brought something better, its a kit."
"And how is this kit going to help us?"
"It can help us..."
"We dont even have an queens! Take her into the woods, leave her."
A mumble of shock rippled through the foxes.
"She will die!" A fox called out.
Marsh!
"Marsh, get back."
Flower lowered his tail.
"Now, go, and be quick will you?"
