Duskcloud dusted off her primary wings after replanting the borders. The short thorn bushes had been moved closer together to form a sort of fence, with a large entrance for WingClan members, and strong conifer saplings had been planted behind them, which would one day grow into grand trees to shelter WingClan from aerial attack. Right now, they were only about three feet tall. To boost their growth, she had some pulp of rotten, discarded berries buried in the ground at the roots. She picked up a rusty old can in her beak that she'd been eyeing for a while, trying to find a use for the dented scrap metal. She took it to the stream where she parted the cattails and dunked it into the water to carry back to the border, sparingly watering each plant. "Phew!" she said to herself, taking just a brief moment to marvel at her work.
She then breathed a silent sigh and walked back to camp. Then she stumbled upon a pothole and nearly tumbled onto her face, but caught herself and regained her balance by flapping her wings. This was no pothole; it was a gaping hole in the ground! She bemusedly cocked her head for a moment before realizing it was a tunnel. "Hello?" she called into the hole, peering her head in, her echo bouncing off of the walls.
Cometflight aimlessly strolled about, taking a minute to study the new borders before casually leaving through the entrance and walking into the forest.