((Okay. Well, um, I'll just start out somewhere randomly.. D:))
Limefeather stretched, padding out of her den and into the harsh sunlight with a smile. The scent of herbs clung to her pelt, making her head feel light and slightly fuzzy. It was a nice feeling. She started to look for a warrior or apprentice to help her gather herbs; she had quite the few that she needed.
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Oakfeather padded into camp with a mouse and a sparrow clamped between his jaws. He glanced at the fresh kill pile, setting his kills with the rest. Although he hadn't eaten today, he wasn't hungry. He felt like just sitting by a stream, or dozing in the sunlight rather that going on patrol or hunting more.
((/fail/))