Icetail
Icetail wakes up on a coldm, brisk morning of leafbare. His mate, Leafpelt, had gone to get fresh-kill from the pile near the entrence of camp.
"Hey, Icetail, can you go on a patrol along Thunderclan borders?" meowed Brightclaw and then dropping his voice, "Can you also slip away and check the Riverclan border?"
"Yeah. I let you know if I see Smallfoot." Icetail replied.
"Thanks alot." he finished, and left for a hunting.
At the entrence of camp sat Torntail, Darkwhiskers, and Blacktail.
"Hey Icetail, move it. We need to start moving." growled Blacktail, a large white tom with a black tail.
"Don't listen to him. He's grumpy because he achs." Torntail explained.
Torntail was a small brown tom with a tail with chunks missing.
"Lets move. Anyways, Icetail have you seen Leafpelt?" asked a torshell she cat with abnormaly dark wiskers.
"Yea, she was getting fresh-kill. Why?" Icetail replied.