R A V E N S T A R -
The golden stretch of sunrise flew above the hills of the fallen valley. Looking up
from his perch on the center hill, the leader of Ravenclan lifted his body, looking
like a relaxed silhouette against the rick golden horizon. Ravenstar purred as he
trotted back down to camp. He and his clan had settled in the small sheltered spot
inside the Fallen Valley. Though the fallen valley was where camp was, the entire
territory was much more than the small area of hills. His grey and pink pawpads
connected soundlessly with the earth, leading him down to the group of small cats
below known as Ravenclan. The sleek black tom silently padded across the sleeping
cats, noticing one of his warriors, Azerathclaw, up and heading for the freah-kill pile.
"Ah, up early this morning, eh Azerathclaw?" he purred,walking up to the warrior and
stopping them at the entrance to camp, a small area where some rocks formed a sort
of roof. Laughing, he knew immediately what the warrior was after. "Yes, fresh-kill's
been scarce this green-leaf... it's quite strange." he noedded and passed, flicking his tail
in a meaning of telling the warrior to continue on with his soon-to-be hunt. Ravenstar
was always up and early risen, for what reason i do not know... but he was also active at
night, usually out touring the territories and leaving new markers overnight.