No Place In Heaven For Me

When Alvin agreed to looking for pretty things she let out a squee, wiggling back and forth. None of her other siblings liked to look for pretty things, except for Starling. But her brother liked to hide them from the others, saying that Shrike would probably stomp all over them. Alvin asked her if it was for her den, and she nodded her head eagerly. "Momma does it too!" she said, shifting her weight across her paws. She eyed the pretty flower again, picking it up and putting in the the shade of a lone tree, starting a little pile for them to place their goodies in once they were found. Standing up slowly, her blue eyes roamed the river as she tried to look for more pretty things. There wasn't much here, just some rocks. Oh wait, there could be pretty rocks, right? Like shiny ones and ones with different colours. Carefully making her way down the river she kept her eyes peeled, her gray marked tail swinging behind her.