Pythontail's gaze was set on the slowly lightening sky above. It was barely dawn, and cats would be awakening soon. And I'll be going to sleep soon, he thought unhappily. He had never been much of a night cat; it wasn't that he got tired, oh no, his eyelids never once felt heavy. It was just so boring. Camp guard was an important position, he wouldn't deny it--but it wasn't the one he wanted. Perhaps he should've felt more special, seeing as the clan only had four of them, but instead he'd felt nothing but unlucky from the day he'd been chosen for the position. Besides, there may have been only four camp guards, but there was only one deputy, and one leader. Those were the positions he coveted, and his brother had one of them. Why? What could Anacondafang do that Pythontail couldn't? What made his brother worthy of being deputy, and not himself? His claws sank into the soft earth beneath his paws just thinking about it. Perhaps he would have felt a bit better about things if he actually had the chance to use his teeth and claws more often, but instead he spent most of his nights sitting in silence and his days sleeping, while his clanmates hunted and patrolled and when most of the exciting things happened. Seeing as he was hardly ever very tired at the end of a shift anyway, he often stayed up half the day, or woke up after only a half day, to experience what the rest of his clanmates did--and what he should have. It just wasn't fair.
Anacondafang emerged from the warriors' den, fur neatly groomed and eyes bright, ready to begin the day. He nodded a greeting to the two camp guards, Piranhatail and Pythontail, his brother, as he passed by them. "Morning, guards," he meowed with a smile, stifling a purr when he saw Piranhatail shake herself awake. "You're looking a bit tireder than usual. Didn't sleep well yesterday?" he guessed.
Cacaopaw lay in her nest, awake, but not feeling entirely there. She could hear the hustle and bustle of her denmates, and quickly figured out it must have been dawn--which only made her curl up tighter in her nest. Why couldn't the night just last forever? She flattened her ears a bit at the sound of Canopypaw's and Toucanpaw's chattering, and felt a prickle of annoyance for Canopypaw in particular. Why did the she-cat always have to be so loud and energetic, especially when there were other cats sleeping--or at least, seemingly sleeping--in the same den? Even Kinkajoupaw with all her energy and Macawpaw with her trouble sleeping managed to be quieter. Draping her tail over her nose, she refused to open her eyes, as if keeping them closed would somehow make the world around her stop moving.
Rainfall had woken up fairly early, as usual, and had spent the former part of the morning grooming her fur on the far edge of camp, where she had a good view of everyone else, until her clanmates had started to appear from their dens. Seeing Jaguarstar and Anacondafang appear almost simultaneously from their respective dens, she paused mid-lick but stayed where she was, wondering if they were going to send out patrols immediately. But, as she expected, they seemed to be taking their time; Anacondafang had made his way over to Piranhatail and was now talking with her, while Jaguarstar had decided for some odd reason that he was going to groom himself on his branch where everyone could see him. Why not in his den? Because he thinks everyone wants to see him, I suppose, she concluded. Yes, although she hadn't known many, she knew that cats in positions of power often loved the attention on themselves, even when they were doing the most mundane of things. She spotted Creamflower eating a fish not far off, and, deciding that she had nothing better to do until her leader and deputy sent out patrols, made her way over to the queen. "Morning, Creamflower," she mewed. "Do you ever eat anything but fish?" she asked jokingly.