Mistpaw
Mistpaw had awoken to the hot yet oddly comfortable sunlight streaming into the now framiliar apprentices den. She often wondered what it would be like to trott into the warriors den and sleep and share tongues every night. The sunlight shone brightly onto her dull gray furr making it look silver in color. She opened her icy blue eyes to find that she had to squint to adjust to the sudden bright light, after awhile she could finally open her eyes fully, her pupils in slits and the color of her eyes glowing brightly. She let her jaws escape into a large silent yawn before pulling herself onto her small paws and gracefully trotting out of the den and into the fresh breeze that blew throughout the camp.





