.:Brackenstorm:.
Acornkit, she thought, nuzzling the long-haired ginger kit. She had already named the other two. The scrawny black tom was Minkkit, and the brown-and-white she-cat was Pansykit. She gazed at Acornkit, suddenly longing for Hawk's gentle touch, and even his rough voice. She looked through the nursery entrance at the rising sun.
.:Magpiefeather:.
She crept forward, winding her lean body through the bracken fronds. The stupid squirrel didn't even hear her. Her whiskers twitched in amusement. This would be an easy catch. Now, she was only a fox-tail away from her prey. She bunched her legs and leaped, squaring the squirrel between her paws. It shrieked in fright, but Magpiefeather cut it off quickly. She picked up the limp body and dove in to the ferns and raced back to camp.
.: Pebblestar :.
His gaze flicked around the camp. He looked fondly on the familiar faces of his brave warriors. He knew his Clan needed a deputy, but he wished StarClan would decide for him. He trusted them all, but... something made him uneasy. He feared that by picking a deputy without StarClan's consent the other warriors would turn on each other...