Mossrun

Duskpelt was gathering herbs for Darkstripe near the forest border when he heard a tiny whimper in the underbrush. Cautiously, he stepped toward the sound and gingerly pulled back some fronds of Bracken. There, alone in the leaf litter, lay a tiny khaki pup with piercing blue eyes. Duskpelt tensed and whipped his head from side to side, searching for the pup’s mother, but they were alone. He knew by the pup’s smell that it was from a forest pack, and was therefore none of his business. However, he had been a pupsitter for many moons, and would not simply pass by an abandoned pup without helping, no matter where the tiny bundle had come from. Duskpelt carefully scooped up the puppy in his jaws and turned toward the Winterhaven camp. He knew Dawnstar wouldn’t turn away a helpless pup, and gave him a name before he reached his den. The pack needn’t worry - he would be Mosspup’s pupsitter.