Talk:StormClan/@comment-1750159-20120123201527

Foxtrot lays in a sunny patch in camp, trying to warm herself in the measly light. She blinks, looking around camp with her hazel eyes. She purrs at seeing Echopaw's eagerness, and closes her eyes.

Sunpaw sits beside a rock, grooming his longish fur. He pays no attention to his surroundings, wanting to get the thick mud out of his fur before it settled.