{I'll go ahead and start!}
Silvercloud
*Silvercloud trodded through the snow, which was thick and about two mouse-lengths high, sniffing for any faint or strong traces of some fresh-kill. Her heart lifted when she caught the scent of a hare. She quickly followed it, bounding towards the smell. She slowed when is got stronger. When she was sure it was in sight, she crouched down and looked. She soon saw something moving by a bramble bush. She silently crept forward. But when she was getting ready to pounce, a shadow fell over her and the hare. The hare hopped away and out of sight. The shape towered over Silvercloud, and, she closed her eyes. She opened them again and gasped, and found herself in the warriors den. She had been dreaming.*
Briarfoot
*Briarfoot shuddered. His hairless coat was useless. He crouched, shivering, inside the warriors den, too cold to fall asleep, even though he was exauhsted. He tried to lean closer to other cats and press his pelt against theirs, but he always got kicked off. He scraped some fern and bracken off of the ground and placed it on his pelt. It helped, but then he was forced to lay on the cool stone. But he decided he'd rather have the leaves on him instead, so he was forced to bear with it. 'Why me?' he thought sadly. 'Why do I have to be like this? Couldn't I swap pelts with someone, atleast for a day? Oh, Starclan,' Briarfoot forced himself to think of a warm brown and white pelt on his body, trying to imagine the warmth it would give him, hoping that it might really give him some aswell.*