Nuts

Springpaw hadn't been around to help bury nuts last leaf-fall. Well, he had been, but a mewling little kit could hardly get its paws deep enough in the frosting earth to actually do anything useful (or fun. So, really, he might as well not've been there at all.

But the thaw! The new-leaf thaw was an entirely different story. He couldn't remember ever feeling so warm, for one thing. He'd been born late green-leaf, but it wasn't as if he remembered much of that. His memories mostly consisted of shades of brown and white; this much green all over the place was amazing.

But that wasn't even the best part. Once the ground had defrosted, and springy grass had blanketed the soft soil (which was delightful, his paws bounced so naturally across the morning dew!), it was time. Time to dig up all those nuts!

And, like, all the other stores, but he was mostly excited for all those hidden acorns.

Every leaf-fall, every cat with an appropriate morph (and, well, anybody else who wanted to help out) would bury food to store over the long snow. And every green-leaf, they got to dig it out! Springpaw had honestly never been more excited in his life. In fact, it felt like his entire life had been building up to this moment! Ever since the first rain of the season, although it had disappointingly just been followed by more snow, his paws had been itching to dig through the earth and crack open an acorn.

Though, that part probably just stemmed from the ol' squirrel instincts.