Spiderwhisker - Tom
The grown tabby and white was curled up in his nest, his tail tucked over his face. His whiskers and toes twitched as he dreamed, but not enough to where he could disturb his nestmates. Normally he was an early riser. But the night before, he'd spent extra time teaching his little sister a move she couldn't seem to master. Even before they turned in for the night, she still didn't master it. But she seemed to feel better about it than she did before they practiced.
Stormpaw - Molly
The fluffy dilute tortie and white woke early. She was eager to start the day and hopefully master the battle move she and her brother practiced. He'd said sleeping right after would help her memorize it better. Perhaps her body already had it down? Only one way to find out. She dropped into the battle stance and attempted to mimic it from memory - but realized Batstar was awake. She glanced his way and quickly, and as politely as possible, greeted him with a soft, "Good morning, Batstar."