Bramblepatch, Grayflight, and Blackpelt stood outside of the camp, looking at the star. It had taken a lot of water-filled moss, but they had put of the flames. The star didn't glow like it had in the sky. It was just a white fragment of rock, sitting in their territory now.
"So, how are we supposed to move this thing?" Blackpelt asked Grayflight.
"I have no idea, Blackpelt." The deputy meowed.
"Well, we might as well start trying something now." Bramblepatch meowed. "Or we could just leave it here."
"I say we leave it." Grayflight meowed. "Blackpelt?"
"Fine, let's leave it." The black warrior grumbled. "I'm going to sleep." The cat padded through the thorn barrier.
Bramblepatch followed him into the camp, Grayflight on his tail.