The Eagle has flownShiningheart sat in camp planning. Sparklestar and Tigerstripe had left a short while ago to examine the new fox den that had been discovered by the dawn patrol. If Sparklestar and Tigerstripe confirmed that this was an active den site a patrol would have to be dispatched to drive the foxes out or kill them if necessary. The bushes at the edge of camp rustled. Shiningheart stood and headed for the camp entrance to greet Sparklestar and Tigerstripe. Though she was surprised that they would be back so soon. A ginger blur ran past Shiningheart, closely followed by an orange and white tabby. Sparklestar stopped in the middle of the camp, the sun setting her orange pelt aflame. “Two foxes are heading toward camp.” She announced. “They will be here any minute.” Then she looked at Whisperflame, her face suddenly sad. “Eaglepaw is dead. The foxes broke his neck.”