Doeflame
There was something there! Excitement rose up in Doeflame, but it faltered when she got a good look at the object she'd found. A rock. Not a cool one; a normal, dull one. Couldn't she have gotten a pretty one like Flytail and Palepaw? Oh well, hopefully she'd find something better this round.
After placing her rock on top of some of the sticks she had pushed aside, Doeflame scanned the clearing for another place something could be hidden. Her eyes flickered to Tumblekit as she rushed over to the elders' den; for a moment, she considered following her- the branches of the cedar which sheltered it would be a great hiding place- but decided against it. Tumblekit would probably get anything there before she could.
Her eyes slid to another part of that fallen tree- the Grimpeak. The split in it would make a perfect hiding place. As she padded towards it, an idea sparked in her mind, and the part of her mind that loved pushing the limits took hold of it. A mischievous grin stretching across her face, Doeflame glanced at Rookfire to see if he was watching her before latching her claws into the bark as if she was going to climb it. The Enforcer hadn't been happy when she'd gone on it last time; she wanted to see him start to flip out.
Of course, Doeflame had some form of common sense, and didn't actually climb it. After a moment, she pulled her claws out and padded to the split, suppressing a giggle. She peered into it, looking for the glint of a pebble (a shiny one this time, she didn't want dull ones) or the colourful hue of a feather.