Den clearing

The clearing in the middle of the camp

Foreststar picked his way around the clearing slowly. There were no other cats in the clearing. They were most likely sleeping. Any cat with sense would be. Foreststar sighed, his plumy tail twitching. The battles with MistClan were escalating. Which side would give first was undecided, but Foreststar was certain that his warriors would fight to the death to defend their clanmates. In any case, they were the ones who had paid most dearly in the battles. They had lost Silverstar, while the MistClan deputy was later killed in vengeance.
With an indignant snort, the large gray tom strolled out of the camp.
-To Squirrel Hollow-

Moonfeather gazed around camp. It seemed like everyone was either still sleeping or out on patrol. She settled herself near the warriors den. She began grooming her ruffled fur. Her tail lashed back and forth as she worked on cleaning her sleek silver tabby fur.

As Foreststar walked through the camp entrance, he noticed Moonfeather near the warriors den. With a nod of acknowledgement, he padded over to the freshkill pile. He grabbed a finch off the top and settled down near the rock to eat.

(It seems everyone is away :/ )

(yeah, sorry computer stopped working, so i won't be on as much anymore at least until the computers fixed)

Moonfeather nodded a greeting to Foreststar, before continuing to groom her pelt.

Swiftwind appeared in the camp entrance freshkill swinging from her jaws. She trotted over to the freshkill pile and deposited the prey. She chose a mouse for herself and went to join the silver tabby near the warriors den.

"Did you have a good hutn?" Moonfeather asked looking at Swiftwind, who nodded before beginning to eat her mouse.

(That's fine. Computers do tend to do weird things sometimes)