Lysander finally got up, deciding to head towards his tent. He was feeling a little tired but nothing was really hoing on so it was justified. Before he walked into his tent, the cat tripped over his own paws, falling onto his face. Sander groaned embarrassingly, covering his face as he rolled over. "Good job Lysander," he said to himself, rubbing his face and sitting up, wincing at a small bruise that he felt on his cheek.