Ｄａｒｋｃｌａｎ {Ｓｅｍｉ-Ｌｉｔ} Ａｃｃｅｐｔｉｎｇ

[sylveonite]

{ Ill lead/be deputy of anyone. }}

[despairz]

{Mmk. You can lead another; just so we can start and stuff. Which clan would you like?}

[sylveonite]

{ I guess I'll do Fern if that's fine. }

[despairz]

{Mmk. And we are starting now.}

[sylveonite]

{ Mmk. }}

[EO+RS]

Sunpaw stretched and padded out of the apprentice's den, yawning.

Blackhaze sat in front of the warrior's den, waiting for the other cats to wake up so he could organize the patrols.

Shadystream stayed asleep, curled up in the elder's den.

[despairz]

Brokenstar sits outside of his den, his amber eyes scanning the camp. Nothing seemed to be wrong. He had recently lost a life; only 4 Left. He sighs and pads out of camp, heading to the Lone Tree.

Nightpelt sits in the elders' den, then gets up, stretching his bones which crack.

Honeyleaf checks the herb stock; everything was OK.

[EO+RS]

"m-m-m-morning, Nightpelt." yawned Shadystream.

Blackhaze watched Brokenstar leave camp.

[sylveonite]

Icywing flicked her ear at Nightpelt then opened an eye and slowly lifted her head up. "Good morning, you two." She meowed, her voice rusty.

Gingerfrost yawned and stood up. She padded out if the den and looked around, her ginger pelt glowing.

Foxpaw watched at Sunpaw left the den. He followed his de mate outside.

[EO+RS]

"Morning, Foxpaw." said Sunpaw, flicking her ears. "Looks nice today." She stretched again, then started grooming herself.

Shadystream stretched ever so slowly, not used to the way her bones cracked as she aged.