Ironheart came out the warrior's den silently, he came into the clearing and sat down. His eyes closed then opened slowly, he glanced up to the sky and let out a quiet yawn. He glanced around slowly not spotting the leader or any other cats so he started towards the entrance slowly.
Wildstar stretched her legs in the camp clearing right outside her small den and yawned loudly. The sun was shining and the clounds were faint and everything seemed OK as it always did. She came out and waited for her apprentice, Waterpaw, for he was almost a Warrior and his assesment would be today.
Spotting Ironheart, Wildstar padded slowly over to the Fresh-kill pile and took a peice, than said in her gentle-but-valiant voice, "Good morning, how are you?"
Stopping immediatly, his fur standing up somewhat. He turned around to face the leader then sat, "I'm fine..." he mumbled quietly to her, "and you?" his eyes stared into hers, his cold oceanic blue eyes hiding the playfullness within him.