a plump, gray and white figure padded across windclan's camp, halting at the freshkill pile. fleetwind chose a young rabbit from among the prey, and sat back, digging into her meal. her kits would need mentors soon. they were nearing six moons, and fleetwind had recently discovered that she was pregnant, again. she didn't mind, though. she loved having the youngsters around to play with.
A sleek white patched with a unique patterned coat lifted herself out of the warriors den. A soft sunshine brushed her fur, causing her to look up and angle her face towards the sun. Icy blue eyes were filled with happiness as she thanked Starclan for sending the sunshine to her and breaking up the dreary Leaf-bare days. Around her the ground was still soggy or slightly frozen, as if the cold weather didn't want to leave just quite yet. Slowly she returned her head back to the normal position before noticing one of her clanmates by the fresh-kill pile and walked over to her. "Hello Fleetwind." She meowed to the she-cat, choosing a young rabbit for herself as well. "How are you?"