The silver tabby tom, Cresentmask, paced boredly around the camp, "Nothing to do..." he complained to himself, searching high and low for an activity to keep him occupied for five or ten minutes. He padded into the dens a few times, looking for someone to talk to, whether they be a friend or a foe he did not mind. Nothing... He thought to himself, a tired tone in his thoughts.
Moonflight arched her back as she emerged from the nursery entrance. The leaffall sun warmed her silvery pelt as she walked towards the freshkill pile. After selecting a plump looking mouse, the queen sat down in the shade of a spreading oak tree. A small yawn escaped from her jaws, as her green eyes gazed around the small camp looking to see if any of her Clanmates were around. Moonflight soon spied a handsome looking male cat that seemed to be wandering around aimlessly. Rising to her feet, the silver tabby walked over to the other cat.
"Are you looking for anyone in particular?"
She asked with a smile, and a slight chuckle. It was actually rather amusing to watch as he ran around stoking his head into the empty dens.
Personality: Caring,compassionate, and protective towards Clan. Aggressive and skeptical towards other Clans.
Appearance: A beautiful silver and dark gray tabby she-cat with dark green eyes.