Sparrowclaw
Sparrowclaw nodded in agreement, looking at the sky and noticing a cloud that just seemed to dance across the sky. His back being towards the front of the camp, he had no interest outside of a certain range on what was happening. His nose scrunched as he blocked out many smells that seemed to have filled his nostrils. However, he could not blocked everything that was touching his scent glands. When he heard "kits," he wondered if he should turn or not, his head still at the sky.
Featherfur
Featherfur, whose mouth was full of unneeded moss, put down the bedding in a place where nobody would use it, picking up a fresh one. She decided that it would be best to replace it now since she felt that it was about time for that old piece of moss to get move with it's tear and twigs. She padded on cheerfully as she was close to the camp, slightly watching two birds in their tiny scuffle.