(ok since the two two arnt on right now an its starting to look like we are spaming lets began they catch up.))
EmberClan
RobinFeather lifted his muzzle and let out a soft sigh.His exhaled breath stirred the losse moss on his nest.Getting to his paws ,Robinfeather carefully stepped over his still sleeping clanmates.As he got to the entance of the den he swayed a little bit.The sun hit into his robin blue eyes an he stumbled out of the den.The tom streached an licked his chest moving it back in place.
Scorchpaw yawned as she tighted her already balled up form .She heard the sounds of the clan and prey waking up and silently tried to will the dawn away. One of her pure white paws lifted an went over her muzzle as well as her tail.The small dark ginger she cat burried her nose under an let herself slip back into a light sleep
DuskClan
DeathFeather flicked her tail in slight irratation .The pure black she cat had awaken to a mouning brother an she had nearly got her ears clawed of for bitting down on his tail.The blow on her muzzzle and ear stung as she grumbled softly to hher self.Shakking it off Deathfeather raised her muzzle to the sky an watched the crows fly over head.
Talonpaw smirked an rasped his tonuge over his jagaur spotted pelt.The pale silver grey tom watched his "warrior" clanmate slowly raise.He barely managed to bite back a snicker at them.Soon he would have a mentor an become one of them.It was better not to make a Half awake Duskclan warrior mad.Lifting his head Talonpaw sat like he was the best of the best and toughest of the tough.
SwiftClan
The rustytiger tabby she cat shook the lingering sleep away from her body.The deputy of of Swiftclan let out a long yawn as she streached out.Hawkfire glanced around as wind blow into her pelt making it fluffier..Smiling she stepped down from her spot an made her way to the killpile.Her evergreen eye watched for sights of swiftclan waking up.Her whiskers twitched in amusement, as she picked up a tawny hare an brought it over to the side.
StreamClan
The a grey white maine coon she streached as the scent of fish drifted to her.Stomach growling softly she headed over to the kill pile.RainTatters looked up at the raise sun an grouned.She had been on the last partrol and she got up early.-Figures-she though plucking a silve trout from the pile an carring it to the shade.