Brushfur
Sunlight filtered in through the leaves of the den, waking Brushfur up. She yawned and headed out into the clearing of the camp. It was a warm day and the cats that were up, were lying lazily in the sun or sharing tongues with each other. Brushfur headed over to her friend Redeye.
"Hi Redeye." Brushfur meowed to her.
"Hello Brushfur. How did you sleep?" she asked. Brushfur was just about to reply, when a warning yowl rang out and Sleekfoot burst into the camp.
"WindClan are attacking!" he yowled.
"Why?" asked Treestar, climbing down from her ledge.
"Their patrol meet our patrol at the boarder and one of the WindClan apprentices chanced and killed a rabbit right across our boarder!"
"Okay, Brushfur, Redeye, Sleekfoot, Hoppaw, Rabbitpaw and I will go. Come one!" Treestar ran out of the clearing with the two apprentices and the other two warriors behind her. Brushfur unsheathed her claws, wide awake now, and followed them