Cloudpaw nodded, and sighed. "I guess you're right, Morningstar." She cleaned her whiskers and mewed, "Thank you." She looked around, and, seeing Beechpaw, padded over to him. "Morning, Beechpaw," she meowed, sitting down beside him. "You look really happy. Did you actually catch a mouse in your dream?" She added playfully, flicking his shoulder with the tip of her tail.
Birchpaw woke up and stretched. She looked around, and started panicking when she didn't see Cloudpaw. Then she remembered vaguely Cloudpaw waking her up too early. She licked her fur, half to get it to lie flat and half to get out scraps of moss. She looked over to see Smallpaw lying, not exactly asleep, but barely awake. "Come on, get up!" she meowed, not meanly, but abruptly. "It'll be a big day today." Then she padded out and sat down slightly behind Cloudpaw. "Morning!" she meowed.
Cloudpaw sighed and hissed frustratedly, "Can I at least have a private conversation? I promise Beechpaw isn't going to kill me."
Slightly taken aback by Cloudpaw's harsh abruptness, Birchpaw backed away. she sat down a few tail-lengths away, hidden by a bit of bracken. She laid there, watching.