Brokenfeather
The black she-cat laid quietly on top of a rock, watching her leader with well-hidden intrest. Wrenching her gaze away, her eyes laid softly on the apperentice den. She vaguely wondered which apperentice she would be allowed to train, slightly brightening at the chance of being a mentor. She had a apperentice once, but he had died shortly after the ceremony from a foxes bite. She didn't make it in time. She shook away of watching the horror in her mind like the nights that followed, and moving her viciously intense icey gaze on the fresh-kill pile. She carefully noted the prey she had caught before dawn. A rabbit, a pair of water voles, a single fish, and she managed to catch a mouse on the way back. It was one of her best catches. With a sigh, she resumed watching the apperentice den, letting her thoughts select the fact she was able to be the deputy wander.
Fishpaw
The apperentice came strutting into camp, having a small fish in her still kit-like jaws. She scampered enthusiastically and laid it down, bouncing to the side as if all Fishpaw's energy had to go somewhere. The young she-cat leaped about, running and leaping over who was known as Brokenfeather, whom was taking a nap. It earned her a startled hiss.
Runningfury
Runningfury yawned and rolled on his back, letting the dust get out the fleas and other pests while he relaxed in his funny position by the kill-pile. He smiled sheepishly as Applesong drew near, and he pawed the mouse she had been eyeing to her silently, ignoring the irritated grunt from Brokenfeather at Fishpaw. "Fishpaw's at it again. She could work from sunhigh to moonhigh and still not be tired." He said, mostly to start conversation.
River
The small loner she-cat watched the clan below at the tip of a maple tree, watching them with uncertainty. A dash of bravery showed on her face. "I'll do it today. I'll ask them!" She said quietly, as if to reassure herself. Which she didn't.