[ Anytime really. :3 I guess I'll start now. ]
Pinestar lay ontop of the Highrock in BreezeClan camp, grooming her sleek brown tabby fur. Watching her camp out of the corner of her eyes, she continued to smooth her fur down with gentle strokes of her tongue.//BreezeClan
Flameheart pads into camp, two mice clamped firmly in his jaws. He pads over to the fresh kill pile and drops them onto it. Looking around BrambleClan camp, he shakes out his pelt and gives a small yawn.//BrambleClan











