- Squirreltail sat with her tail curled neatly over her paws, her gaze transfixed on something outside of her den -- something only she could see. Every little thing attracted her attention, whether it be the way a particular blade of grass was shaped, or which way the wind was blowing. It was quite obvious that she was looking for signs, even to someone without a medicine cat's keen eyes. With a heavy sigh, the she-cat turned to pad over to her herb storage.
Smokefang was snoring in his mossy nest, and he was doing so quite loudly for such a small cat. He was on his back, his paws kicking up into the air. A feather drifted onto his nose, and he sneezed, the action causing him to awaken. His eyes shot open, and he gazed blearily around the warriors den. 'Just a few more minutes ... ' he thought. Eventually he fell asleep again, into a fit of raucous snoring loud enough to awaken all the cats in camp.
