Cold-water
The tall tom was already up, he had been up before the sun began to rise, he was venturing on the outside borders, sniffing for any unwanted guests. His large paws spread out, so they didnt sink into the soft soil, lining the Swampclan border. His head pricked when a bird flew from one of the willow trees, over head. He sighed, glad it wasnt a hawk or an owl- it would be too much trouble for him to deal with this morning.

Wander-call

The fluffy white she-cat was still curled up in her nest, only to be awoken by dew splattering on her nose. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting a bit at the white, early morning light flowing in through the den entrance. Wander-call stood, yawning, carefully padding out of the den, leaping over a few sleeping bodies. She let out a happy purr when she emerged into the sunshine, it was worm on her pale fur and woke her up. The white cat wondered if anybody else was up, as she disappeared to collect breakfast for the elders.

Houndheart stretched as he groggily awoke, padding out of the den. It was still a little chilly from the night, but he knew it would get warmer as the day progressed. He sat for a few moments before figuring he should get patrols started. Willowclan needed it's borders checked out, and they needed some more prey as well. He moved into the warriors den, looking for any who might appear awake.


Pearpaw had woken up alongside the sun, and was eagerly prancing around the camp. His head was held high as he moved. He was waiting for his mentor to awake, so they could go do something.

Cold-water went back to patrolling, stalking quietly along the border, blending in with the vast shadows of the willows, cascading across the grass, still wet with dew. He leaped onto a log, shacking the mud from his once perfectly clean paws. He grumbled a bit, taking a moment to glance over the landscape.


Wander-call happily trotted from the fresh-kill-pile, a mouthful of prey in her jaws, to the Elder*s Den. A happy noise came from her as she pushed the Lichen open, letting the sun hit the elders, earning a few grunts from waking cats. **I am sorry to wake you, but you must eat before the kits wake up, you know how much they eat.**, She hummed, passing out the pray, a warm smile on her face.

The tall Tom crouched , blending in a bit with the stone he was standing on, watching the Swampclan cat warily. *So much for a beautiful, empty morning.* He thought, curling his tail around his paws. His bored eyes followed the Tom, a slight curiosity sparkling in them, but it was barely noticeable among the bored colors.

Cold-water squinted, not quite trusting this cat. He slid down from the boulder, and quietly followed after the tabby Tom, keeping low to the ground, and a safe distance from him. He tried hard to keep his tail from twitching, perhaps his curiosity was getting the best of him, but maybe he should be careful- where one cat is, there can always be more.