.: Mudstar :.
Mudstar shifted around in her nest as she slept, kicking her small paws around as she dreamed. Mudstar was stalking a mouse that was only a few tail lengths away, nibbling on a seed beneath the dipping leaves of a willow tree. She slowly crept up on it from behind, quietly slipping from the bushes and making her way towards the gnarled roots. The leader tensed her muscles, preparing herself to leap at the small brown creature, and poised her tail to balance herself. Mudstar was just about to spring when a light brown tabby swooped down from a branch of the weeping willow and skillfully killed the mouse in a swift blow. She felt irritation prick her pelt as she watch the brown cat pick up the mouse and stare at her, "You'll have to be quicker next time, Mudstar." He mewed in amusement. She smiled as the frustration washed away, glad to see her old leader again. "Greetings, Beigestar." Beigestar twitched his whiskers and stepped gingerly over the roots of the tree. Mudstar's face grew hard as she began to analyze her situation, "Why am I in StarClan? Do you need something?" She meowed. The old leader hesitated for a moment, "Maybe you traveled here on your own. Being in StarClan doesn't always mean something's the matter." He smiled. "You worry too much." Mudstar twitched her tail in annoyance; she knew he wasn't telling him something. Beigestar stepped forward and touched noses with her, "Go back to clan now. It's about time you woke up."
Mudstar's eyes slowly opened and she glanced around her den. Grass was strewn everywhere and her nest was taken apart in clumps. She sighed and rose to her paws, stretching out widely and yawning loudly. Mudstar was disappointed to find that it was raining lightly outside and a gentle fog rolled in the trees beyond camp. She could feel the chill through her pelt and the cold floor of rock beneath her soft paws did little to help ease the ice that seemed to be covering her. Mudstar stifled a shiver and puffed out her fur to try warming herself up. She then attended to the mess in her den, gathering the grass up and fashioning it back into what looked like an actual nest, and not matted fur.
Mudstar shifted around in her nest as she slept, kicking her small paws around as she dreamed. Mudstar was stalking a mouse that was only a few tail lengths away, nibbling on a seed beneath the dipping leaves of a willow tree. She slowly crept up on it from behind, quietly slipping from the bushes and making her way towards the gnarled roots. The leader tensed her muscles, preparing herself to leap at the small brown creature, and poised her tail to balance herself. Mudstar was just about to spring when a light brown tabby swooped down from a branch of the weeping willow and skillfully killed the mouse in a swift blow. She felt irritation prick her pelt as she watch the brown cat pick up the mouse and stare at her, "You'll have to be quicker next time, Mudstar." He mewed in amusement. She smiled as the frustration washed away, glad to see her old leader again. "Greetings, Beigestar." Beigestar twitched his whiskers and stepped gingerly over the roots of the tree. Mudstar's face grew hard as she began to analyze her situation, "Why am I in StarClan? Do you need something?" She meowed. The old leader hesitated for a moment, "Maybe you traveled here on your own. Being in StarClan doesn't always mean something's the matter." He smiled. "You worry too much." Mudstar twitched her tail in annoyance; she knew he wasn't telling him something. Beigestar stepped forward and touched noses with her, "Go back to clan now. It's about time you woke up."
Mudstar's eyes slowly opened and she glanced around her den. Grass was strewn everywhere and her nest was taken apart in clumps. She sighed and rose to her paws, stretching out widely and yawning loudly. Mudstar was disappointed to find that it was raining lightly outside and a gentle fog rolled in the trees beyond camp. She could feel the chill through her pelt and the cold floor of rock beneath her soft paws did little to help ease the ice that seemed to be covering her. Mudstar stifled a shiver and puffed out her fur to try warming herself up. She then attended to the mess in her den, gathering the grass up and fashioning it back into what looked like an actual nest, and not matted fur.
.: Silvertail :.
Silvertail eased herself from the Warrior's den, being careful not to step on anyone's tails. She stepped gingerly onto the ground outside and the cold seemed to spring from the ground and crawl up her leg like ants. She shivered and hissed in annoyance, gazing around at the fog. A drop of water plopped onto her muzzle and she glared up at the sky. The rain was still falling lightly, but was gradually letting up as the sun ascended higher into the sky. Silvertail padded groggily to the fresh kill pile and snagged a mouse, looking over it for a moment before taking it to the nursery. She poked her head into the den and crawled inside, growling angrily as she bumped her head on the roof, "Moonkit?" She called in a tired voice. "I brought you a mouse." Silvertail had always favored the young kit, especially since he was so confident, despite being blind. She lay down in one of the soft nests of the nursery, enjoying a break from the cold winds the blew non-stop outside.