Spiderfang had been laying in his nest, sprawled. His yellow eyes were open and staring out the warrior's den. It still felt rather early to him, but when the silhouette of Zephyrstar outlined the entrance, he knew it was high time to get up and begin the day. The lanky tom rose to his paws, stretching each long leg. Spiderfang gave his fur a quick shake, before he proceeded to exit the warrior's den. As he padded off, he nearly tripped over Lilydapple. Surprise lit his gaze, and he leaped over the side of her nest, glancing back towards the sleepy she-cat. "Fox-dung." He grumbled to himself.






