Camp clearing.

Nightwing padded into the camp's clearing with a large mouse in her jaws. She dropped it on the fresh kill pile and sat down to groom herself.

FalconStar smiled, padding in. "Hello Nightwing." he twitched his whiskers.

Nightwing dipped her head to the clan leader. "Hello Falconstar."

He flicked an ear. "How are you today?" he asked, beginning to lick his paw.

"Good but a bit tired after hunting." Nightwing meowed and flicked her tail.

He nodded sincerely. "You should have a rest, after all, we don't have many members yet, so there isn't much to do." he said, his fur ruffling slightly by the light spring breeze that had just swept through the territory. The sun filtered warmly through the trees and projected like a beam on the Camp, making his eyes glisten brilliantly.

She nodded. "Thank you. I might later. After all, someone has to make sure there's prey on the fresh kill pile in case more cats join."

He purred contently. "Right. I'll go hunting a bit later as well." he replied, his tail flicking back and forth.

Nightwing flicked an ear. "I'll go rest now, and we can both go hunting at sun high." She smiled lightly and padded into the warrior's den.

He nodded. "Sounds great." he said warmly, stretching his paws a bit.

It was sunrise and Nightwing padded out of the warrior's den. She stretched and headed over to Falconstar's den. "Are you ready to leave?" She asked.

He awoke, and yawned, his pearly white fangs were beared for a second as he yawned. "Yes." he nodded with a smile. "Which hunting territory?" he asked contently.

"I think we should try near our side of the stream on the Streamclan border." She meowed, stretching.

He nodded. "Sure." he replied, making his way towards it.

She trotted in, eyes glimmering. She glanced at the other cats and dipped her head in greeting.

FalconStar smiled. "Hello, TawnyFoot." He said, twitching his whiskers contently.

"Greetings, FalconStar." She mewed respectfully, tail tip swishing.

He began to groom himself, licking his paw and dragging it over his ear. "How are you doing?" he asked sincerely.

"Fairly well." She admitted, her sleek tail wrapping around her paws as she sat. "And you?" She questioned.

He flicked an ear and meowed. "Peachy." he flicked his tail, his brilliant lagoon blue eyes blazing in the sun-light.

She nodded, and pricked her ears.

He yawned quietly, and stretched.

She gazed around the camp, her sea green eyes calm and cool. She stood, and trotted into the shade.

The leader continued to groom himself.