CliffClan
The Queen stirred at the feeling of paws pushing against her side, the litter of kits moving in their sleep, crawling atop one another in search of warmth. The newleaf morning was chilly, a breeze filtering in through the lichen over the den entryway. Lifting herself off of the soft bed of moss, her kits mewed at the sudden cold, squirming to find Spottedblossom. They were a few months old now, though they still slept as if they were only a day, especially this early in the morning. Walking around the nest she lay down again, wrapping herself around the four kits so that her back was to the entrance and blocking them from the breeze. She would need to mention that to one of the warriors so they could fix it before the weather got worse.
She blinked soft eyes, sniffing each of her kits to make sure they weren't sick, purring as they pushed against her again. The biggest of them crawled over his littermates, tail in the air as his ginger fur caught the light. "Morning mom." He yawned before falling over the edge of the nest onto the moss floor. The torishell queen purred in amusement, knowing that he wouldn't be this clumpsy when he was older. Sunkit was so much like his father that sometimes it hurt to look at him, but Spottedblossom knew that Leo would be proud of his kits no matter what had happened back there. He'd saved all of their lives at the cost of his own. Perhaps, given that Starclan was real, Spottedblossom would be able to see him again when it was her turn to die.
AshClan
The warrior sat in the center of their crater clearing, watching the camp for movement early in the morning. Tail curled over paws, claws that flexed and ground in the dirt. Ears perked, grey tips like soot from the volcano. No strange scents, no sign of Lightclan or Cliffclan, no foxes, not even prey animals; a good sign. Good for the clan, they didn't need tom be woken this early by a warrior patrol from Lightclan, but the cats tail tip still twitched in anticipation. White fur, dotted with black and grey as if she had been rolling in the ash, and eyes two vibrant shades; always unsettling to other cats, even those she lived with now. The warrior was bored, having slept the three hours she needed, and was the first one awake again. She was always the first cat up in the morning, watching the sun peek over the mountains far away in the crater just outside of the main dens inside the mountain.
Icefire looked at the sun rising, waiting impatiently for one of the senior warriors to wake up and send her off on a hunting patrol or a boarder check, just so she would have something to do. Sitting around doing nothing always fueled her mood swings, causing them to be more rapid and violent with the stress of boredom. Icefire hadn't had much to do with the other warriors since she came to this clan, having been forced out by the war, them always hesitant of her loyalty to Ashclan. She was born into clan life, the life of a loner wouldn't fit her and Lightclan had tore her life apart. She wanted nothing to do with that war, regardless of how much she longed to go out and find those she used to care for. The missing kits, the dead warrior patrol, the missing body. It was never resolved what happened to Warmkit, but if he managed to survived he would have joined a clan by now.
LightClan
The leader blinked open his eyes, listening to the waking of his clan, watching through the lichen of his den. They were always early to rise, with the work to do. The flooding of the river last leafbare had isolated a higher perch of rocks with the river, adding it to their territory and making a new place for the queens and elders to sunbathe. There were apprentices to teach as well too here. Not to mention he was going to take on his own. He remembered the last apprentice he had had, before Raggedpelt had betrayed him, and thought of how the fine warrior had grown up to go against Raggedpelt. Even his brothers own apprentice had turned his back on the traitor. Jaggedstar had seen hide nor hair of the tom since then. In truth he missed the days when he could spar with his littermate and hunt with him, confiding all his worries in him, but that was no more and Jaggedstar would never trust another cat like that.
Muscles rippled beneath jet black fur as he stood, sharp emerald eyes lifting toward the clearing as she pushed his way out of his den. He had been the only one inside, his mate having slept in the warrior den the night before. They had argued over him taking on the young Yarrowkit as an apprentice, reminding him of what had happened last time, but he knew he couldn't trust the kit with anyone else. She was the only kit in the clan currently, and the beginning of their livelyhood for the next generation. He needed her strong to keep the clan healthy, fed and well protected. He needed to keep her away from Briarthorn.
Padding out to find the clan awake and active he never spared a glance for his deputy before leaping up onto the single branch of an old fallen tree. Overlooking the clan, he sat down, staring at them before he finally spoke. "The strong gather beneath the rain while the weak hide in fear!" He called out the ceremonious words so the clan would hear him summoning them for the gathering that morning. He watched over them, high above, authoritative and very much the leader of this group of cats. By Lightclan standards, he was a soft leader, having allowed his brother to live as an exile - the only mercy he'd ever shown - not the tyrant that the leader before him had been. Jaggedstar would lead them to a new level of strength before he lost his final life, and turn them into a force no one would ever challenge again.
Boulderclan
The warrior pushed his way out of the den, waking early in the morning to begin organizing patrols in the absence of their deputy. Amberstar needed all the help she could get while the deputy was on his journey to StarFall. Mudheart hadn't dreams, though the warriors of clan trusted him to go alone, so none had questioned it. Brimpelt on the other hand didn't expect to see the tom again. On the other hand, the veteran warrior saw this as an opportunity to get closer to Amberstar and gain influence in the clan.
Shaking out his pelt, the stiffness in his muscles and the sleep from his head, the rogue leader walked over to to front main cavern of the camp. He didn't sit like other cats would when they came out, to eat and groom one another before they would go about their daily duties. Brimpelt padded around the main cavern, checking each tunnel out to make sure none had come or gone while they had been sleeping. The night watch would be back soon, ready to sleep until sunhigh after watching camp until now. "Watch is over." The Tom called down the main tunnel into the mountain, calling back the watch in case they didn't see what time it had been. Before Amberstar had selected her deputy following her ascension, in the days she'd been gone to StarFall, Brimpelt had installed the system, ascertaining that nothing would happen to camp while they were leaderless and had no deputy.
Oakclan
The large ball of white fur shuffled, brushing against the wall of the den as blue eyes blinked open. The body attached stretched, pulling the stiffness out of her muscles before walking out of the snug little den, following the tunnel towards the dry storage. The burrow beneath the oak tree gave shelter to herself and the storage of herbs she kept close by. The Medicine Cat hadn't dreamed last night, not even of stalking mice, and had not slept quite long enough either. She turned the corner and came face to face with the rock she used to keep moisture out of the storage. She pushed it aside with a shoulder, gently walking passed it to make sure nothing had gone missing. Early counts would make it easier to know what she needed to gather today.
Frostwhisker yawned, still tired, but not confident in her clans ability to function this early in the morning yet. The group of cats had only come together a season ago, and some still didn't trust one another. It was a crucial time for the clan, and Oakstar needed the support of his Medicine Cat, the only other one in the clan to have had several visions and dreams from Starclan. It was rough, but she knew she could handle it if it was for the betterment of the cats around. She felt as if the clan was where she had been meant to belong all the time. Who knows what would have happened if they had never dreamed with Starclan.