Thistlestar
The sun rays of morning crept their way into the caverns that the cats of SilverClan called home. A light breeze blew through the shallow parts of the caves, carrying a crisp chill to it. Thistlestar knew that leaf-fall would soon come, and then leaf-bare would come soon after. The stocky, pale-colored tom did not know if his Clan was prepared for such a thing. For some reason, prey was scarce outside of the labyrinth, and they couldn't rely on trying to catch the scrawny bats and voles that hid away from their hungry claws.
The good thing was that the Gathering was that night. He would take a few cats with him to Frostpeak, the largest cliff within view of the two Clans. If they were to meet over the mountain peaks, it would be far too dangerous.
With a hefty sigh, the tom prowled into the main room of the caverns. There were already cats waking up, the moss hanging from their fur. Thistlestar stretched, bounding up to a flat rock at one end of the cave, where trickles of water crawled over the moist rock walls. It must have rained the night prior. "Morning border patrol," he called out. "Raindapple, take Ashfall, Sorrelmask, and Frostpaw and rescent the borders."
Iceheart
He didn't feel like waking up. Another day of working meant that he would soon become tired. But he knew that his Clan needed him, and so did his brother. If Iceheart didn't wake from his peaceful slumber, then, well, who would keep control of the Clan when someone panicked over something as minor as a tiny cough.
Iceheart yawned, stretching in his nest before rising from the gathered moss and twigs. Shaking out his pelt, his weary green eyes scanned the area about him. He wondered what they would need, for the day. But first... he needed to flatten his unruly fur. He began to give himself a few licks, his tail twitching as he felt a twig lodged within his pelt.
Emberwind
Emberwind always liked long walks through the marsh. The she-cat would get up early in the morning, picking her way through the tendrils that hid themselves in murky water. In her youth, many would tease her about her bright-colored fur, saying how she stuck out in the marsh in both leaf-bare and green-leaf. But she never cared; she always felt like she belonged in MarshClan's swamp. Sitting down on a patch of dry ground, she curled her tail around her paws and watched the darkness turn into dawn. It was always such a beautiful sight.
