"Ravenfoot, take Darkpelt, Feathersong, and Emberdawn and patrol the border. If you encounter any threats, report back immediately." Ravenfoot's black pelt matched Darkpelt's as they slid out to start the rounds. Feathersong flicked her silver tabby tail, her white, feather-shaped markings shining in the dawn sunlight. Emberdawn gave her a grass-green wink, and Mistlestar watched in uneasy silence as the she-cat's orange and red pelt disappeared in the brambles.
"Lionfur, take Flamewhisker, Birdwing, and Twistpaw hunting by the lake. Windstorm, you go with Dappleheart, Turtlepelt, and Sunnysnow. Hunt in the farther woods," ordered Mistlestar. The two groups of cats nodded and left.
Mistlestar looked at the area around her. The medicine den was complete and in use. Check. The warrior's dens (there were two), were both fully finished. Leader's den had been completed first, and the elder's right after.
"Rowanpaw and Pebblepaw, could you patch up the elders' den and give them fresh bedding and food?" The two apprentices shot her a glare but trudged off to tend to Dusksnow and Tanglefoot anyway.
"Darkrain, Tabbyheart, and Paintfur," she addressed the queens. You and the kits can finish up the nursery." The queens nodded and set to work.
"Let's build a training section!" Jaykit squeaked.
"Yay!" squealed Quartzkit.
"Rowanpaw and Pebblepaw, when Twistpaw gets back you three can complete the apprentice's den," Mistlestar said.
"Finally," muttered Pebblepaw.
"Once we get done with this mouse bile," added Rowanpaw.
"Mistlestar," Tanglefoot padded up behind her. "Those young'uns are growing out of apprentice duties," he remarked.
"I know," responded Mistlestar.
"And those kits are gonna be bigger than the nursery before long," he put in.
"Sunset," said Mistlestar. "Then."
"Alright, if you say," said Tanglefoot gruffly.
"They've been waiting long enough."