Gathering her courage Raindapple slowly slunk towards the den that graced the far side of the territory. While they were patrolling she had smelt the unmistakable stench of fox, and she had responded by following it. Her border patrol was nearby, close to enough to here her if she cried out for help. To her relief the den was vacant and incredibly old. Her patterned coat flattened as the adrenaline left her body; the fox was gone, probably on it's way to the two-leg place for food. She would still have to remind her clan about being careful on this side, especially the kits. Turning around she began to wander back towards her patrol, slightly hoping that they hadn't left without her. Her ears flicked back and forth as she listened to a thrush near-by and paused to quickly hunt for it. Who said a deputy couldn't hunt while on patrol? Slinking into a well practiced hunting crouch she silently moved towards the small bird. To her delight she easily caught it, although the poor thing was incredibly skinny. It was painfully obvious that Leaf-bare wasn't ready to completely release her hold on the Clans.