RockClan
Whiterunner nodded, mewing, "If it were any colder it wouldn't be. It's a wonder all of the prey-- or Robinpaw-- hasn't frozen yet." He gave a slightly amused mrow and went on. "Yes, actually, and speaking of Robinpaw-- why don't you go wake her up? She's been dropping hints to go on a patrol sometime, and some hunting will warm us up in no time. I will lead a dawn patrol soon, with you and your apprentice, if you would like." He carefully avoided giving a direct order; he had been deputy of RockClan for only a few moons, and he still wasn't used to the notion of being nearly superior to his Clanmates. His ears pricked as his name was called and he immediately recognized the voice as Minkstar's, his leader. The deputy hastily bounded over to where the other tom sat, watching him expectantly. "Yes, Minkstar?" inquired Whiterunner.FireClan
Bloodstar nodded in agreement to Flameheart. "Quite true," meowed the leader, following suit with the dormouse before him. He crouched and lowered his head to gulp down a few bites of his warm meal, nearly sighing in contemptment. After he was finished, the white tom swiped a tounge around his muzzle, cleaning all traces of his breakfast. He felt strength pouring into him as the first few rays of the sun warmed his fur, relieving most of the stiffness in them. He stretched and yawned, trying to escape the grasp of the drowsy sensation that accompanied the blessed heat. Bloodstar's blue eyes raked the clearing as sunlight slowly illuminated it. Sleeping forms in the warrior's den shifted and turned from the light, wishing for at least a few more heartbeats of rest. The pale-furred leader wondered mildly where his deputy, Snowclaw, was.WaterClan
Dawnsinger closed her pale blue eyes, trying to clear her head of her omnipresent thoughts long enough to concentrate. They consisted mostly of her mate, Stormcall, as well as her brother, Ashwhisker. Oh, Stormcall. The Gathering had not been very long ago, but it felt like moons since she had seen the gray tom. She considered sneaking a visit to the border, just a peek into AirClan territory to see if her luck would be restored. It was amazing enough to be his mate, even more so that he loved her as much as she loved him. Well, no one knew of her absence, and even if they did she would be assumed to be hunting. The she-cat reminded herself to come back later and catch a few fish. Like she was supposed to be doing. Her effort dashed, Dawnsinger opened her eyes to glance around, then pelted off towards the border her Clan shared with AirClan, leaving only her scent behind to linger at the shadowed pool. A familiar scent invaded the warrior's nostrils: Stonefur. Slowing her pace to a nearly inaudible crawl, Dawnsinger attempted to silently evade the tomcat, wishing to avoid awkward questions as to why she was out so early and near the AirClan border, her mate's territory.((Thanks, hdmwolf, we do need LeafClan cats, especially since not many people like to make them due to their "powerlessness". And I (And I'm sure Tink does as well) appreciate that you have made a tom, since LeafClan is oddly short on them. n.n))
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