Cloudclan

(I know Nightlea! Thaks for reminding me!
Alright, I'll keep that in mind, Socky! ^^)

Silverstar leapt off the bouldar and padded over to the warrior's den. "Such a small clan..." he murmered, half to himself. Just then, he caught Russetflight's scent, along with a few other prey scents.

Russetflight dropped her mouse and sparrow in the prey pile, keeping another mouse for herself. Finding an open area in the clearing, she streatched out and crouched down over her freshkill and began fiesting.

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Twigfur could smell Russetflight up ahead. A fat squirrel dangling from his jaws, which had proved difficult to catch, since it was realtively fast for its size, he padded into camp. He quickly dropped it, next to Russetflight's catch. "Hey," he mewed. "Good hunting?" The young warrior settled down next to the ginger warrior.

((Oh, and, uh, can we have a weather check up? Is it warm and sunny? Warm and threatening to storm, like it is at my place?))

( How about around 60 degrees, rather warm , I suppose, and going to have a rain shower?)

Russetflight nodded, swiping her tongue around her muzzle. "Good thing too. I can feel rain in the air," she mewed, looking over at the tom. She stretched out a foreleg, flexing the muscle and taking it back in stiffly.

Russetflight gave a curt chuckle as the wind slowly wound itself through the clearing. Her fur ruffled uncomfortably, "But no though I think it's only going to shower.My muscles tell me so," she stretched again and flopped over lazily.

"Ah. Got a twinge?" Twigfur purred, crossing his paws out in front of him.