--Personalize this formatting--
Thrushpaw looked around. I can't bury it just anywhere, or I won't be able to find it either... He decided on the base of the tree behind him. It was slightly smaller than the ones around it, making it different. Thrushpaw buried the vole happily. Looking back at Dawnlight, he said, "Do you think the other prey's been scared from here by all our noise?"
Firesong almost cried. "Hey, Kindlestar, it's me!" She didn't have all the herbs needed, but she chewed up a little catmint and gave it to the leader anyway. "C'mon, get up. We need to get you back to camp."
--Customize it in Tools > Add-Ons > Extensions > GaiaFormat > Options--