Sparkfoot||Male||37 Moons||Warrior
Ears flick up at all the commotion about the camp, those running around made little small talk. He didn't mind it as much as he'd expected he would, but there were quite a few heading in and out of camp. It made him curious, but what could someone like him do? He didn't get along with anyone as it was, why stick his nose someplace it didn't belong.
Lilystream||Female||37 Moons||Warrior
Yawns again, wondering what her apprentice was up to. She'd left camp a little while ago with someone else she hadn't taken note of, but she must be doing something useful with her time. Training hadn't crossed her mind as often as she thought it would for a mentor. Lingering on it for a moment, she quietly watches Blackpaw and Softkit.
Snow||Female||13 Moons||Rouge
Hunger was relentless, cruel and bit at her with every step of practice she took. It became too much as she set out to hunt for real. Starving as usual, she fallows the first scent she finds which is only a squirrel. It would likely be sheltered in a tree by now, not that she cared to take the chance of leaving it for someone else.