[&&Streamclan] -better name later-

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

Spiderstorm sat up, feeling uncomfortable as she felt the stiffness in her body. She groaned, and tried to shake without feeling pain. She peered around the den. No one at all. Had she woke up to early? She cursed under her breath and trotted out of the den. The sunlight stung her eyes, leaving her squinting at the camp. She sighed and walked over to the fresh-kill pile. She picked out mouse and gulped it down in only a few bites, sending up a disrespectful prey up to Starclan. She groaned again. "How much food can in take to fill you up?" She hissed quietly. She sighed, and looked around. Nothing much, fresh-kill pile plentiful, and everything was perfect. But, the only way to make it better was to hunt. She got up to her paws, and trotted out of camp.

On her way back, she started to dig up the birds, couple of fish and a mouse she had caught. She puffed up her chest, feeling rather proud of all the food she has brought back. When she arrived back at camp, she dropped the fresh-kill, noticing it was even bigger! She purred, and made it to a nice, sunny spot. She lay down, feeling the sun's heat on her flank. She sighed, feeling at home. She was rather used to the chores, and everything about the clans. She closed her eyes, and slowly drifted of into a sleep.

[meg]

Mousepaw's orange-colored nose quivered. His white whiskers trembled and his ears twitched. The scent of fresh kill wafted into his den, making his mouth water. "But I can't have any," He meowed to himself regretfully, painfully reminded that he had to hunt for the elders before taking some prey for himself.

"I just hope that being hungry will make me an even better hunter," He mumbled has he heard a familiar growl from his stomach. Mousepaw stretched out a forepaw, before letting out a large yawn from his white tipped muzzle.

Abruptly and for seemingly no reason, he leaped into the air, careful to land back on his nest. "Not a single nightmare," He meowed in hushed tones to himself. Mousepaw could tell already; this day was to be a good one.

[roscoe]

Fireclaw watched as Spiderstorm left early that morning. She watched as the black she-cat padded out of camp -- most likely gone to hunt -- before moving out of the shadow and picking up a small mouse for herself. The orange she-cat watched for a few minutes before leaving camp herself. She returned not long after with a few piece of prey, setting them down quickly and hurrying back to her shadows.

When Spiderstorm returned Fireclaw was just about ready to bound over to the she-cat and request to go back out and hunt, but it seemed the black cat had already done enough for the day. Fireclaw didn't step closer as Spiderstorm went to dose off.

Her stump of a tail twitched in irratation. Something that could hardly be noticed, but the air around the she-cat just screamed she was ticked off. Her amber eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Who in this mouse-brained camp is awake?!" She practically screamed, taking an angry seat near the entrance to the camp. The snow on the ground soak the tips of her fur and her paw, but Fireclaw ignored it. So what if she got a little wet? She was a Streamclan Warrior, after all.

[Slug]

"Who in this mouse-brained camp is awake?!"

Redtail choked, spasming sligthly as he awoke rather ungracefully to the angry yowl, heart hammering in his chest. Amber eyes wide and wild, the warrior gasping slowed to wheezing, shoulders shaking. He was quite glad he had been disturbed of his rest-- the nightmare.... He shook his head, ears flat against his scalp. Now was not the time to indulged himself in such horrible... memories.

Stretching, Redtail raised a hind leg and scratched his ear, maw open and tongue sticking out in a goofy manner. Finally, shutting his muzzle, he rose from his nest, shaking the clinging, half-melted snow from his thin orange pelt. He squinted against the rising suns rays and stared out of his den in a dazed manner, barely making out the orange blob in the Camp's shadows. A few seconds later, the tom realized it was Fireclaw, his denmate.

Was she the one who yowled? ...She looked a little upset, so yeah, Redtail was going to say she was the one who screa-- I mean, yowled.

Redtail padded out of his den, tail held high in the air as he prowled toward the she-cat, tired eyes like an owls: unblinking. "What's with all the racket, she-cat?" He rumbled, taking a stiff seat next to the female. "Can't you see some of us are-- were-- trying to sleep?" Though he himself was upset, he was greatly amused by his clanmate's actions.

A soft chuckle escaped Redtail before he could stop it.

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

Spiderstorm saw foxes around him, ripping limbs off of cats of her old tribe. She yowled, feeling the pain in her heart repeat, and repeat, and repeat. She shivered and opened her eyes. Thank Starclan. I needed to wake up. She thought. The young she-cat saw the bright light in the camp again. Her eyes shut tight, and slowly opened. She stood up, feeling wet, cold, and damp snow cling on to her pelt. She got up, and stretched her body with a shake of her body, feeling the snow fly in to her eyes. Again, she closed them. Even tighter this time. She let out a silent yowl, and rubbed her massive paws to her eyes.

She slowly trotted up to Fireclaw and Redtail. She sat down, and watched them talking. She herd the words Who in this mouse-brained camp is awake?! She paused and looked at Fireclaw. "It is alright, if we are resting, right?" She asked.

[roscoe]

"What's with all the racket, she-cat?"

"Can't you see some of us are-- were-- trying to sleep?"

Fireclaw flicked her ears in disgust at the ginger tom. Amber eyes gleamed as they matched her own bright fur. Sleep? Who would even think about sleep at this time. The sun way high over head, almost in the middle of the sky. It's invisible rays warmed the ground and melted whatever snow may have accumulated the night before.

"Go dance with the mice, stupid tom. It's close to sunhigh and you shouldn't be sleeping!" Her voice snapped, high strung in annoyance which only seemed to grow when the other she-cat nearby spoke up.

"It is alright, if we are resting, right?"

"Again, sunhigh." Though Fireclaw could not bring herself to be mad at the she-cat, she knew that Spiderstorm had gotten up much earlier than she had.

"We should be doing something!"

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

"We should be doing something!"

The words hurt her, somewhat. Spiderstorm shook the feeling out if her fur. "I did do something"She mumbled under her breathe. "And you can't make me do anymore"She growled louder.

Now how about you do something helpful. She purred, amused by her humor. She sat down, and licked her chest, waiting for an answer.

[Slug]

"Go dance with the mice, stupid tom. It's close to sunhigh and you shouldn't be sleeping!"

Redtail gave an amused rumble, curling his tail tighter around his paws. "Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning." He drawled, ears flicking back and forth. "Am I mistaken or is that a bit of rainbow sticking out of your--"

"I did do something." "And you can't make me do anymore." A pause. "Now how about you do something helpful."

Raising a furry brow at his clanmate, Redtail gave a sly smile. "Goodmorning, Spiderstorm." He growled, licked his paw and ran it over his ear. "You seem... chipper, this day." Redtail said dryly, kneeding the ground. "I've a suggestion for you, she-cat-- you and me go hunting, eh? Cool off a little maybe?" He purred soothingly.

Redtail glanced at Fireclaw. "You could join us, Fireclaw, if you wanted to."

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

"Oh I would love to!"She purred, at the invitation. She loved Redtail, even if Ottertail was her mate. "I mean, it is better to go hunting then stay here and argue"She muttered, glaring at Fireclaw. She licked one of her fore paws, and stretched her limbs. "Let's go!" She purred.

[meg]

Mousepaw poked his head out of the apprentice's den. His eyes struggled to focus with the sudden onslaught of light, and he kneaded the ground fretfully. Quicker than the brown tabby expected, his yellow - colored eyes adjusted, and be stepped lightly out of the den.

Seeing a few warriors out and about, Mousepaw felt guilt rack his slight frame. "No use wishing to change the past when you can't," Mousepaw muttered unhappily to himself. His eyes scythed around the camp, and he hoped he would see his mentor. "Hunting? Tracking? Swimming? Fighting?" Mousepaw meowed softly, in an attempt to make himself feel a little better.

It didn't work that well.