Skystar alone

[~Willow~]

((-sigh- there are no other Shadowclan cats...oh well...maybe if one is made, they will answer...))

Skystar's yellow, green streaked eyes opened in pure darkness. Her den was dark and pitch black, but it was at least sunhigh by now. She stretched and walked out of her den , shaking off some pine needles. The camp was generally noisy, most cats were sharing tongues before the deputy assigned someone to a patrol. She padded through some cats and to the fresh kill pile, picking up a mouse. It wasn't much, but still.
She was soon back at the mouth of her den, sitting and occasionally eating her mouse. But mostly she stared at her clan, wondering what was going through their minds.

The brisk air made her smokey grey pelt fluff up, of course making her look bigger and more intimidating. She shifted her eyes back and forth among her clan before eating the rest of her mouse.

[Damali]

((OOC-ok so Newtbramble hasn't been accepted yet, so that doesn't mean he is technically the deputy, but seeing as NO ONE is on this site anymore and there are no other ShadowClan cats, I think this would be OK.))

Newtbramble padded into camp, a shrew hanging from his jaws. His white pelt shone in the bright sunlight as he approached the fresh-kill pile and added his kill to the meager pile. He looked up at the sky, which was cloudless, and realized it was nearly sunhigh. Thus, he scanned the camp, looking for several warriors who were not busy. Upon finding some, he called them over and asked them to run a border patrol, to which they complied. Since he wasn't really hungry, he padded a few foxtails away from the fresh-kill pile and began to groom himself, enjoying the weather. The cool, crisp air felt good, which was unlike most cats, who usually took to warmer weather. He noticed Skystar emerge from her den, pick up a mouse, and return to the mouth of her den, and he decided to join her...