Winter Birch had reached the river. She sniffed around for moss as she padded a bit away from the river, looking at the tree stumps and along the rocks for any good moss. She finally found some at a large oak tree base and started to scratch it off. She was careful as to not injure the kits growing inside her, or accidentally wear herself out. As she carefully scratched off the moss, she kept her ears perked for any predators.
The tom yawned as he lay curled up on the shore of the river stretching out his legs wiggling his toes before rolling onto his back a rumble of a purr in his throat his fur slick and glossy, his weight back to normal after his episode in the mudslide. He looked across the river to Silver Ebony territory his mind starting to wonder and wonder about someone before he rocked himself onto his legs shaking his head in defiance. No, he wouldn't let his mind wander! It was then he heard scraping claws