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[b][color=9e0039]Sorrelmask[/color][/b]

Sorrelmask rose from his nest, stretching and opening his jaws in a yawn. Around him, other cats of SilverClan were stirring in preparation for the morning's routine. Shaking the scraps of moss from his pelt, the brindled warrior ducked out of the warrior's den just in time to hear Thistlestar's voice ring through the cavern, calling him to join Ashfall, Frostpaw and Raindapple on the dawn patrol. Turning towards the hollow that served as the nursery, he could just glimpse the silky, silver tabby pelt of his mate, Silverstripe. The she-cat's fluffy tail was wrapped protectively around the tiny bodies of their kits.

Satisfied that they were still safe and warm, Sorrelmask joined the members of his patrol beneath Thistlestar's ledge. 
[b][color=9e0039]"Morning Ashfall, Raindapple, Frostpaw."[/color][/b] he purred, whiskers twitching. 

[b][color=00a99d]Frogshade[/color][/b]

Frogshade's eyes cracked open as the twigs in Iceheart's nest crunched with the tom's movement. The crippled she-cat lifted her head, blinking tiredly at her new mentor. 
[b][color=00a99d]"Iceheart? Is...everything okay?"[/color][/b] she asked him carefully, noting the way the medicine cat's tail was twitching and his face contorting into an uncomfortable grimace. [b][color=00a99d]"Thorin in your pelt?"[/color][/b]


[b][color=fff79a]Cinderstar[/color][/b]

In the center of MarshClan's camp, a pair of bright amber eyes flickered into view beneath the roots of the great willow tree. From the den located there, a sleek black cat emerged. Cinderstar's thick fur bushed out against the crisp morning air as she surveyed her Clan. She had only been leader for a few moons, but already MarshClan was stronger than they had been for many seasons, and that made her heart swell with pride. Birdsong flitted on the breeze as the sun peeked over the mountains, Cinderstar prowling down to the warrior's den and poking her head in, searching for the bright ginger pelt of her deputy, Emberwind. 

The centermost nest that usually contained the deputy's sleeping form was empty and disturbed. Emberwind had probably made one of her solo trips out into the marshes to watch the sunrise. Cinderstar's whiskers twitched, she would sort out the first patrol instead then, slipping into the den she made her way towards a lump of dark grey tabby fur and prodded the tomcat sharply in the side with a paw.
[b][color=fff79a]"Darkshadow!"[/color][/b] the Clan leader hissed at her brother. [b][color=fff79a]"Get up, would you, and take out the dawn patrol!"[/color][/b]
[b][color=92278f]"Hnnhh...who?"[/color][/b] the tom enquired groggily as he sat up, flicking a clump of goose down off one of his ears. Grumbling softly, Cinderstar took a moment to consider which cats would be the best to put on such an early errand, snapping back.
[b][color=fff79a]"Oh...Whiteclaw and Lionshine will do! Get on with it, please!"[/color][/b]
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