the young tom woke with a yawn. a thought hit him, as if it was a hawk. he jumped up and walked out of the den warily, war day. he hated this day, so much, it was indescribable. His mother had died in this battle. He looked over to high rock and saw amberstar. he wanted to ask would i die today? the thought bugged him. It was the unknown. He wanted to help the cats by healing, not killing.
she licked the leaders ear thankfully. she walked to the fresh kill pile and hooked out a sparrow. Feathers were easier to pull out, compared to eating fur. She laid down and at the sparrow silently, her amber eyes focused on the sparrow. she licked her maw every once in a while.