CEDARSTAR
The pale leader slowly rose from his resting place, bight sun rays shining through the opening to his den. He padded out and over to the fresh kill pile, it was in need of restocking. Cedarstar scanned the camp but it appeared most had already goen out to hunt. He decided to wait until their return to see how much they brought back, then he would send out hunting patrols.
SABLEMOON
The black cat's yellow-green eyes slowly opened as she took in her surroundings. An empty warriors den, just as she liked it. She took her time standing and stretching her stiff limbs, shaking her long fur around. I guess I should go talk to Owlpaw. She thought to herself, he was really the only cat she talked to, the others just didn't seem to get her. It was probably because they shared direct blood.