Wingstar sat ontop of Highrock, swishing her tail back and forth. Sunhigh had just began and cats were partnering up to share tongues. You are Sunnygorse, a pale golden tom with darker stripes, you came out of the warriors den, stretched and yawned, looking around to see what to do

“Hey! Sunnygorse! You’re on the sunhigh patrol!“ the deputy, Browncreek mewed