Rainstream sat down beside the freshkill pile and pick out a plump mouse. The greenleaf sun shone on her pelt, warming her. She looked around camp, the Clan was just arousing and preparing to start the day. Then she heard footsteps, 'The dawn patrol is back.' She could barely hear what her deputy is saying above all the noise. She looked around for a border or hunting patrol to join.
Occ: For the mate, Toms only!