[color=DeepSkyBlue][u][b]Silverstorm[/b][/u][/color] 

The morning was still and quiet, the forest like a giant breath being taken waiting to suddenly burst to life when the breath is exhaled. Silverstorm loved such moments and she purred in contentment before getting her lazy butt up and ready to go. She had recently taken to waking early in the morning and going for a quick run through the territory, she loved the feeling of freedom and while it might not be the safest thing in the world it was something she felt she could get away with. She made her with back across her route with agility and grace making quick time to the various areas where she left fresh kill. As she pawed back towards camp her thoughts went to her clan-mates.

Tabbyfur, the almost always perfectly groomed she-cat whom Silverstorm got along quite well with and who always made her smile remembering the nights that the two would train together. 

Frostbite was probably the best or one of the best hunters that the clan had, and while he had a more interesting personality in that he kept to himself more than some, Silverstorm knew he was a loyal and loving cat who would do anything for Thunderclan.

Flareheart, never was the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' more accepted than with Flareheart and Silverstorm remembered fondly the time the she-cat was spotted staring at a Riverclan warrior fishing. What came next is not something Silverstorm repeats but it may or may not involve a embarrassing situation and water.

Then there was Mallownose, a great loving cat who also happened to be the clan's Medicine cat. Silverstorm loved every interaction she had with the black and white Tom. 

And with Mallownose you have to have Stormstrike, a cat that Silverstorm respected and at the same time wondered about. Sure he was quite gruff and at times bloodthirsty but with the right balance Silverstorm thought him a strong warrior and one that would always defend the clan. Then again at times he did make her spine crawl, and she couldn't help but think of the death of his brother...

Speaking of his brother... Mossfur, to say that Silverstorm had a 'crush' on the gorgeous grey and white tom would not be wrong, but Silverstorm always struggles to put the clan ahead of herself in everything. Even if Mossfur has the best personality, looks, and manners ever put into a cat. Silverstorm catches herself inside her head as she bounds over a log and smiles around the many voles. 

It takes her another 30 minutes to get all the food back to the camp and then she had to take two trips to bring it all to the fresh kill pile. It was enough for every cat to at least get fresh breakfast but not quite enough to prevent a morning hunt patrol that could be pushed back an hour or so. She went straight from the pile with her own pick of choice and padded towards her leader. She glanced around the clearing replaying her thoughts on some of the cats from the clan, all her fellow warriors. 

She smiled and nodded at the siblings Sandfire and Bravefeather, gesturing towards the fresh kill, and continuing her way to Hawkstar. Upon arriving she placed a nice plump vole in front of the Queen Gingerflame with a large smile. [color=DeepSkyBlue]"Figured you might be hungry."[/color] She also pushed another plump animal, a mouse this time towards Hawkstar before settling down beside them with her Vole.