A patrol of bustling diversity and each individual starkly contrasted from the other passed Wingclan with narrow eyes, then Swiftclan, Bloodclan, and they lastly headed off toward Hackleclan, a beautiful little black hen leading them. "We should go meet the other clans," one suggested in a hushed tone, the little black bantam glanced back at her, "Perhaps," she answered dismissively.
Sunblaze wandered aimlessly in the forest, the little cock's eyes downcast and his mind drowning in a billowing sea of thought.