Featherfur

*It was almost night, the faint rays of light casting a yellow and orange tint upon the tightly packed sand of ShadowClan's camp floor. Pine needles were scattered all over it in various places. Featherfur padded over to Lavanderpelt, who was eating her fresh-kill, which was a vole. She layed down beside her, tucking her paws underneath herself and letting her tail rest at her flank* Featherfur: Hello, love. May I join you?