Bathing herself in the sun through an open spot in the branches of the tree she was currently napping in, Rosalee was stirred by a sound in front of her. Opening her eyes to see a squirrel, she talks, "You're lucky I'm not hungry right now. Go away or I may change my mind." She then growls at the rodent, causing it to scurry away. Moving to a higher branch with more sunlight, Rosalee returns to napping.

Oak knew that all was to quiet in the woods, even Bluejay was happy. She was rarely ever happy, even with the though of her kits. The forest was watching waiting for something to happen, almost like it was holding it's breath. Bluejay purrs, happy with her stomach full of kittens. This would be one of the first litters to be born to the small group since the change of leaders. Oak himself was happy.

Barry watched as everyone seemed to fly by and be at peace with being in the flock, he felt as if his presence would go unnoticed if not for the occasional encounters with other species who couldn't speak a common tongue in which he'd translate for both sides in speech. He rest on the edge of a branch, looking over the flock, out of everyone he was the smallest and seemed to be the most inconvenience...He had to be carried on someones back when the flock migrated or moved too far due to his delicate pixie like wings that could only hold his weight for so long. Though he was a scout it was only because of his language expertise.

Sylvia stayed close to oaks side, she liked being by him, saw him as a father and her protector. Often times she'd go to him to learn and rarely wandered away from him unless he asked to be left alone. Being a kit she loved to play, at the moment she's chasing leaves.

Leaf felt just as uneasy as Oak. "Dogwood we should get back in the trees...it's not safe here." His hair stands on end, making him look bigger.

Dogwood can feel his uneasy. "Let's get back, then we can go hunting." She purrs and silently climbs the tree. "You coming slow poke?" She jokes.

Leaf stalks to the tree and climbs it. "Want to see if Sylvia wants to come?"

Dogwood jumps from branch to branch. "Sure I think she would love to learn to hunt, and Rose would like to come too. I doubt Oak will let Blue come though." She purrs as she reaches the branches they call home. "Sylvia! Rose! Want to come hunting."

Sylvia perks at the offer "YES YES YES!!" She ponces onto Dogwoods back, purring with delight"What will we hunt? Fish? Pixies?oh,oh! SPARROWS!!!"

Dogwood laughs. "Not yet young one, you must first learn to hunt all land animals then we can get to the ones that fly." She playfully bites the kit

Sylvia laughs, rolling off his back "okay, how about... mice, squirrles, deer, muskrats, mermaids, nymphs..." rambling off land prey like it's all she knows

Dogwood smiles. "Ok maybe not all land animals, but we can hunt mice." She pounces on the kit. "But first you have fight me first!"

Bluejay flunches as her kits kick. "That was a large kick...." She stands. "I'm going to go rest inside the hollow, if you need me I will be in there."

Sylvia squees, rolling around with him, has a hold on his ear, shes about half his size due to only being a kit>"Ima beat you dis time!!!"

Dogwood growls and bits the kit playfully. "I'd like to see you try!"

Bluejay lies in the back of the hollow, in a hidden place. Her kits were ready, and so was she. She tries to get comfortable and begins...