Tazzy-girl

Starlingshadow sat in a cleared spot upon a log in the Thunderclan camp his eyes closed with utter content as he listened to the chilly wind rustle what very few leaves remained in the treetops overhead. The season of Leaf-bare was in full swing now among the territories of the clans, what few prey was out during Leaf fall was now beginning to become less and less frequent as they hid from the chills of the season having stuffed themselves full of food in Leaf fall. His large tufted ears flicked lazily as he took in the sounds of pattering paw steps of his clanmates going about their daily duties and daily life tasks. He lowered his head to lick down some of his chest fur, he trusted his clan to make it through the season just as they have time and time again in all of his seasons in life. Had there been seasons tougher than most? Of course, there have always been especially tough Leaf-bares that truly pushed a clan to its limits. The clan was full of strong sturdy warriors ready to

Wonjayin The curly-furred molly had been peacefully sleeping in her nest when a sudden sharp kick of pain hit her. Her stomach tightened, and she cried out in pain as she woke up. It was time. She struggled to her paws, ears flattened to her skull as she poked her head out of the nursery. Her eyes wandered frantically for Cypresscreek or Pythonpurr, as well as Hydrangeawhisper or Burnpaw. "Cypress? Py.. I need help!" She called out, not wanting to alert the whole clan. But as the pain kicked her again, Mapleflower laid back in her nest, breathing becoming heavy as the contractions came and went. She could only hope one of them was nearby to hear her. Razz Cypresscreek had been dozing- after all, it was the middle of the night- when Mapleflower's gasped call drew her out of her sleepiness. She had drifted off outside of the den it seemed, thus why she was able to hear her sister's hushed shouts. She blinked herself awake, sniffing judgmentally at the time of the night, and she stood