(Awesome, Ashfang has an apprentice.)
Ashfang darted out of the warriors den and over to the fresh-kill pile. Above him, dark clouds were gathering fast. "Great." He muttered to himself as the wind blew his fur around. "Rain." He grabbed a thrush and crouched down to eat it fast.
Brightfang rolled in her nest in the nursery. She stood up briefly, shook off, then laid back down. Her belly hurt as if she had eaten a bad piece of fresh-kill, but she hadn't. She pulled her ears back and wondered if her kits were coming soon. She shrugged at herself. Probably not. It would hurt a lot more if they were.
[She's having her kits soon and i'm going to post their forms soon after they are born.

(Tomorrow though when more people are on again.)]