Thrushstar looked around the clearing at his clan. The sleek rust colored tom was proud. Though it it is small, Rabbitclan will be able to wether anything. It was dawn and the clan is just waking up. Today will be great.
Sorrlefoot was still asleep in her nest, little twitchs from her body expose an exciting dream.
Lostclaws was wide awake far before dawn. His other den mates were asleep in their nest, a young strong body out of place among the older. Thunderfoot was a fine warrior, but his recklessness has thaught him a lesson.