Applestorm woke up and stretched, tail curling over his back. He stood straight with a gaping yawn and scratched behind his ear before leaving the den. The deputy looked around for cats but just saw Cinderstar. The tom sat down and groomed his ruffled mackerel fur, waiting for cats to wake up.
Fawnpaw blinked open her eyes in the medicine cat den. She sat upright, letting out a hiss of pain as her injured leg refused and hit her right in the face with stiffness. Gently, she moved it around before stretching it, banishing the stiffness. The medicine cat apprentice limped out of the den, sniffing the air and sitting outside to groom her fur.
Timberpaw woke up to the chirping of a blackbird. The small apprentice let out a tired yawn before rising to her tiny paws. Despite being eight moons, Timberpaw was a very small cat. She bounded out of the apprentice den and sat outside, grooming a paw and drawing it over her ear to wash it as she waited for company.
