Crowfeather was sitting at the edge of the camp watching cats go about their business. He ignored Nightcloud who had sat next to him, thankfully Breezepaw was on a hunting patrol so he didn't have to deal with him. Crowfeather never really interacted with many of his clan in a friendly manner. And he considered no one a 'friend'. Surrounded by cats he was lonely. Especially with the loss of the two cats he had loved, now he was stuck with a cat he didn't love.