Mid-Day

[| Crowstar |]

The sleek black tom slid into the camp, his icy eyes open and his long tail lashing. For a cat, he was very tall. His long legs carried him over the ground and he set down a freshly caught mouse, his long tail twitched. He, Crowstar, looked around and padded towards a patch of warm earth. The long tom stretched out on his back, paws waving in the air. His shinny black pelt reflected the light like fresh snow...

[X. Acidstar .X]

A scuffling could be heard, as a little sandy colored she-cat of flying fur zipped past Crowstar and a thump followed, a spit from Sandstorm as she tumbled head over heels, skidding into one of the dens. A hissing sound came from inside, the angry cats as Sandstorm stood up, wobbly, shaking her head and mewing her apology. She had been chasing a ball of fur, probably from one of the shedding cats in the camp, and she padded over to the fresh-kill pile, taking her time to pick a tasty vole, though it looked a bit skinny from it being leaf-bare.

[| Crowstar |]

Crowstar shot to his paws as Sandstorm flew over him and into the warriors den. He let out a purr of amusement as she apologized and grabbed a vole, his ears twitched. "Might want to watch where you fly into..." He purred licking his paw and swiping it over one ebony ear. "Doesn't look like any of the warriors were wanting to be up for a while, you just ruined that." He shot her a grin, though he was a leader, he was still partly childish at heart himself.

[X. Acidstar .X]

Sandstorm padded over to Crowstar with a purr, rubbing against him in greeting and settling down next her him, licking her whiskers back, "Oh those cranky furballs." she mewed with a grin, "They'll be happy once they stretch their limbs. Sleep well, Crowstar?"

[| Crowstar |]

Crowstar smiled. "Maybe, and yes. Thank you Sandstorm, I slept quiet well." The tom smiled, knowing he was an early bird and a night owl. Crowstar almost never ran out of energy.

[X. Acidstar .X]

Sandstorm purred a reply, slicing up the vole easily with her sharp little teeth, keeping the area clean as she fed on her morning meal, "So who're ya taking out hunting today, Crowstar?" she glanced up, eyes bright with anticipation and excitement.

[| Crowstar |]

Crowstar looked up and yawned, a bit too loudly. "Well... I guess you. I can't see me taking any of those grumpy badgers this morning." He said tossing his head towwards the warriors den, ears flicking and blue eyes glowing warmly.

[X. Acidstar .X]

Sandstorm quickly polished off the rest of her meal, finishing the last bite with a gulp as she sprang to her paws with a cheery grin, "Sounds....killer. Ready to go?" she nudged him playfully, her long sandy fur poofed out in excitement.

[| Crowstar |]

Killer? Crowstar stood up, shaking his sleek pelt and looking twoards the entrance. He batted her ears when she nudged him. "Well then, let's get going!" He said pelting off into the trees. The toms muscles plused as he let his long strides carry him father from the camp, he peeked over his shoulder, trying to spot Sandstorm.

[X. Acidstar .X]

Sandstorm grinned as he thought over her odd word, pleased that she could still puzzle their leader, for it meant she hadn't lost her touch. She followed after him quickly, cuffing his tail as they exited through the camp entrance.

[Seth]

A she-cat walked through the brush of Thunderclan's territory. Her swollen stomach swinging from side to side. She still didn't have a name for her kits to come. Her tired body fell into a resting possition.

"Fernpelt, you do to much." Graycloud said while coming up on her left. He licked her cheek affectionately and started to purr. He dropped their kill in the fresh kill pile and sat next to his mate.

[| Crowstar |]

Crowstar padded into the camp, fur still bristling from having his warrior fall from the tree. He glanced at Fernpelt and Graycloud, his tail flicked slightly as he walked over. "Greetings Fernpelt, Graycloud. How are you?" He asked the expecting she-cat, he didn't like her working so hard all the time. It bothered him deeply. "You should rest." He warned lightly, their kits would be the next apprentices in the clan after 6 or 7 moons. The long, sleek bodied black tom looked over to the entrace.

Whisperpaw leaped into the camp with a playful purr, her tail lashing back and forth as she bowled towards Crowstar. She ended up ramming her large leader with a smile, Crowstar cuffed her ears playfully. "Hello."

[X. Acidstar .X]

Sandstorm limped out from within the warrior's den, her fur still a bit matted and she looked rather stiff, but otherwise she looked back to normal. She arched her back, stretching, and offered a yawn before tailing after the others, mewing her greetings.