Firestain sat just outside of the nursery, grooming her pelt.
There were so many cats around, and she didn't really want to cause a rucus so she didn't know any of them.
Except the queens that took care of her, no cat really had spoken to her. She continued grooming and looked around camp for any cat that may be good to talk to, and maybe get to know.
No one, maybe one would approch her, that'd be good she was terrible at starting converstaions.