It was a cold morning and DeathShadow was asleep in the Warriors den. He stayed at a distance from all the other cats. He was not the kind of cat that wanted to be pressed up agaisnt the others.
He twitched in his sleep moaning "No..," he moewed.
The black cat seemed to be dreaming of when he lost his brother Spirit, who had been a pure white cat. DeathShadow was a proud memeber of Shadow Clan. He had become hard and arrogant and mean since his brother had died.

Waking before the others DeathShadow slipped out on his own. He knew that he was on hunting duty today. He might as well start earlier, He sniffed around the area. He knew prey had been scarce lately. He wasn't one to eat that much anyways. But he had to provide for the clan. He knew they needed food. His ears twitched as he looked around. Some fresh kill would be nice he thought bitterly.
His black fur was blowing in the wind and he shivered. He knew that winter was coming.
The black cat snarled as he thought he sensed another cat. His fur was raised.

DeathShadow really did hate newcomers. He also had trust issues and took longer than most to trust anybody. He sniffed around again. His ears pinned back. "Show your self." He said angrily. He wasn't going to let an enemey onto Shadow Clan territory even if he had to chase them off himself.
He paced around a bit and narrowed his eyes staying alert.