Frostpool
She sat next to brother and adoptive mother, she was purring, leaning on Bluefeather. Bluefeather was rambling on about one of the stories that she used to tell us when we were kits. Her stories always had a moral, a lesson. They taught her so much, her brother was another story, not that he got into trouble.
Blackstorm
He laid silently, not making a single sound. Just like he always is. This silence from him was so normal for him that the others sometimes forgot that he could speak. Most out-siders thought he was mute, and he preferred it that way. Letting out a silent sigh, he got up and put a paw on Bluefeather's shoulder. She stopped talking and looked at him. His left ear twitched, then he bit the air, telling her that he was going hunting.
Bluefeather
She chuckled, nodding and mewed," Okay, be careful. Happy hunting!" She smiled as he nodded and padded out of camp. She yawned and mewed," So Frostpool, what do you think about toms in this lovely clan? Your not getting any younger." Frostpool chuckled then mewed," You're not getting any younger either, mother." She hissed and pouted," I'm not that old! Not even Ripplestar's not that old, and she's the oldest cat that's alive right now."