[gravekeeper.]

Oleander wasn’t able to find the leaders of the clans, so she retreated back to her burrow, sighing. Her prey pile was fairly stocked. Five mice, some minnows and three sardines was considered “stocked” right? The small kit pulled a sardine off of the prey pile, and ate it. It felt bland, and she headed back to sleep, before hearing a splash in the waterhole. Holy mackerel, it’s a mackerel! She caught the large mackerel, which was twice her size and weight. It took much effort to pull it out.“This’ll last me for a while!” Oleander chirruped to herself, purring.