Sandpelt
"You both can," meowed the deputy. "The more ThunderClan scent, the better," she added, whiskers twitching. By this point, they had reached the stream and were passing the training hollow. The patch of soft sand was warming up in the early newleaf sun and the birds were chirping in the trees, probably waiting for the patrol to pass so they could resume sunbathing. She'd have to remember to tell the hunting patrols that the birds were hanging around here.
Whiteberry
Noticing Jackalfur's look, Whiteberry sped up a little to walk beside him. "So, Jackalfur," the she-cat meowed, tone friendly and, finally, awake, "How did you sleep?" she asked. She, herself, had had a little bit of trouble getting to sleep. She hadn't been able to get comfortable, as her bedding had been damp. Probably Vinepaw, forgetting to shake out the moss properly before putting it in the warrior's den last evening when she and the other apprentices were cleaning the dens.
Harefoot
"Sounds good," murmured the tom, pacing just behind his sister and keeping pace with his kit, Hailpaw. His green eyes shone with pride as he glanced at his son. Hailpaw was turning into a fine warrior, he thought. He knew his mate was equally proud of all their kits, just as he was.
Fallownose
Fallownose padded out of the warrior's den, not pausing to stretch or groom himself as he headed for the nursery. He'd been compulsively checking on his mate for the past few days, as she was, he thought, nearing her kitting. Though he was no medicine cat, so he couldn't be sure. He decided he might ask her when she woke up. He didn't pause at the entrance, like he used to at first, but instead went straight in. The cozy, dimly lit den was warm and smelled of fresh moss and sleep as he padded in quietly. Fallownose walked up to the reddish-brown mass of fur that was Fluffwhisker and curled up beside her, waiting for her to wake.