Spiderstorm veered off slightly to the left to avoid checking stuff that the others were already checking, but she didn't go too far from the group. Here and there she shoved rocks out of the way to see if there was anything under or around them, but she was coming up with nothing. What had they needed again?? Orange, red, yellow. Marigold, poppy, dandelions. Oh, and spiderwebs. Spiderwebs were great. With her ''spidey-senses'' she was sure to find those easily--though it was likely the only thing she would find with how this was going.

Sure enough, she found two cobwebs beside each other although on two different things - one was sneakily sticking to a sort of big stone while the other was on a fallen stick. She gathered them up and stuck them to her fur. The warrior then turned to the right, towards the group - maybe she'd picked the wrong direction to go in and they were having more luck.

Spiderstorm spotted something yellow in her peripheral as she made several dizzying turns to see if there was anything she could grab before they left. Aha! She began to take a step forward but stumbled -- the world was still spinning from all of that turning. After taking a second, the warrior actually walked over and grabbed them up, holding them delicately in her mouth. The stems tasted a little weird but she could stand it.

"I think so!" She mumbled through a mouthful of herbs. Hopefully it was enough to keep Snakeheart un-grumpy at them.

It wasn't too hard to track the fox scent. Still somewhat fresh, Kestrelstar led Stormpelt out of camp as his nose twitched to follow it. It must be only one - hopefully not a mother going back to her cubs. Yellow eyes resisted a roll in annoyance - there was already so much he had to deal with being back, and if a fox had made it's den in his territory the leader wouldn't be happy.

"Keep your senses sharp. I think if it made a den it's somewhere around here," he instructed the warrior beside him before stepping closer around the foliage that lined the Sleepy Thicket. By the faint trace of RiverClan it was apparent that no warriors had come this way in almost a moon - something that would need to be changed for sure.

For now though, the gray tabby leader cleared section by section, catching no sight of the fox from where he was searching.

// @Mr.Cheese

Lifting his head from where he had been searching, Kestrelstar blinked. How had he missed that scent? Furrowing his brows in concentration the leader trotted back over to where Streampelt was. The scent was stronger, so the den must be in this direction. With a small nod to his companion, Kestrelstar let his claws slide out just incase, balancing so that he could slip into a crouch without the lost toes impacting his stealth that much. White paws slid forward as he carefully rounded the other side of the thicket, peering through the openings provided.

There was no sign of a fox, but a makeshift den caused Kestrelstar to freeze. Definitely where the scent was most likely coming from. After a quick check to make sure the coast was clear, the RiverClan leader slunk over, relaxing as he didn't see any sign of the fox. The scent coming from the den was strong, but not too fresh - it had most likely been here earlier that morning. Thankfully there didn't appear to be any cubs, so it might've just been passing through. "The den is clear," the leader called, swinging his head to look back at Stormpelt. "The fox hasn't been here since morning, most likely, and I don't think it'll return."

Letting his gaze travel back towards the den, Kestrelstar peered inside a bit, catching a strong scent of what it had left behind. His nose wrinkled at the stench and he recoiled from the den, shaking his head. Second to ShadowClan smell, fox was perhaps the most revolting. "Let's go a quick sweep around the thicket to make sure there aren't any other signs, and then we can work on dismantling this den," he called to Stormpelt, already trotting off to the far end of the thicket.

// @Mr.Cheese