((Sorry I've been gone for so long - currently reading everything that happened))
Streamclan
Sparrowclaw
He was outside of the camp, somewhere off towards the right. He was steady hunting extra prey to feed his clan, trying to remind himself that he needed to eat, too. From trying to do extra work, he hasn't eaten since some time yesterday. He looked around for cats he did not recognize, checking everything was clear. He then wondered if any of the queens or elders wanted something more to eat, deciding that he will go and ask. His nose wrinkled and twisted as he thought about the outside cats in his clan, trying to tell himself that they are now a comrade. This closed-minded tom was having in internal struggle with accepting them, but decided to co-operate with things anyway. He got ready to pounce, energy filling his hind legs. With a swift and fast pounce, he managed to catch the mouse, getting up to bring the mouse back to the clan. He began to think about the scarcity of prey, planning on doing more than to hunt food.
Featherfur
Featherfur groomed her fur, making sure that none of it would shed all over the camp. She was having her guard slightly down as she wanted to make sure that there would be no ambushes in the camp while she was here. She looked around at the cats that were doing their best to help, seeing that cats are wounded. She made a sigh, remembering that she still has not placed down that moss that she wanted to remove that thorny bedding with, remembering it's hiding place, she went towards the warrior's den, quickly finding the bedding that she was looking for.