Lionstar flicked his tail as he looked around Sunclan camp. With a yawn the ginger tom stood and jumped off the tall-mound and into the main clearing. He padded out of the main entrance, then jumped onto the boulder that had the tunnel into camp concealed within. The wind tugged at his long fur, but he didn't pay any attention to that. His sapphire eyes narrowed as he stood watch.
Nightstar grew bored sitting upon the tall-pile, aka her den's roof, so the back she-cat jumped down into Moonclan's nest-like camp. She yawned then climbed out of the tree easily. Her fur blended in with the shadows cast by the trees around her as she scented the air. There was no prey around here, but why would there be? Even prey would be smart enough to stay away from the base of the main tree, wouldn't it?