Nightshades ears flick up, lifting her head with a mouse dangling limply from her jaws. It was a good thing she was fairly close to the camp, or she would have missed the call. She darts towards the camp, her paws flying over the packed earth with the mouse still clamped firmly in her jaws. In no time at all, she has slipped into the camp. Dropping her prey on the freshkill pile, she sits in the back of the group, half shrouded in shadows.
Ravenkit looks up at Viperstar at his call. Scrambling to his paws, he scurries over to where the others were gathered. He didnt know who he should sit by, so he stayed towards the back, giving his chest fur a couple of shy licks.