Class journal, 9/13 and 9/19

9/13/2012
    Goldstar was sleeping peacefully in her camp, letting the smooth Autumn air brush her fur. The leaves under her paws were gentle and cool, and gave her a sense of safety.  Her tail blew in the grass, making a slight swishing sound.  Gray paws traveled towards her, and the gentle face above her was grinning with contentment. Silverlight was this gray, graceful she-cat's name.  As the wind wisped past, Silverlight's claws went out a bit, almost waking Goldstar. Silverlight slipped away, trying to show no signs of her presence. She left pawsteps before she crept back into her den. Goldstar remained asleep.
9/19/2012
    Yawning, the orange cat got up and stretched. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation for a new day, and the mystery that it held. She couldn't predict the future, (although she could come close with the help of Starclan) so she lived through her days to see what they held. A gray tabby tom passed by her den in a proud, arrogant strut. "Chainfur." Goldstar said, glaring at him," Don't you have a patrol to lead? Rubypelt asked you yesterday.  If you don't wish to lead the patrol, I suppose you'd like to clean the dirtplace..." Chainfur shuddered, disgust in his expression. "I'll be right on it, Goldstar..." Goldstar grinned a bit and stared at the sky.  Her grin soon faded. She just remembered that Tinypaw had to become a warrior sometime soon...