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fawnstep
{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Venomfang }
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Long story short, Fawnstep was having a hard time getting any sleep. And if she did manage to doze off, every little sound would just wake her up again. It got to a point that the she-cat stuck her head out of the opening to the warrior's den, rolled onto her back, and tried to count the stars. Realizing that counting wasn't quite as tiring as she'd hoped it would be, Fawnstep soon gave up on that too. She got up and stretched feebly before exiting the camp to go make dirt. A cool breeze ruffled her fur, contrary to the warm night air. "Less stuffy out here..." she meowed softly to herself. The thought lingered with her as she padded back to the warrior's den and settled down again. Fawnstep sat there silently, probably more awake now then she had been when she settled down for the night. A puff of air escaped from the cat's nose and she rolled from her side and into a more upright position on her stomach. Sadly, Venomfang wasn't around to bother anymore. Well, he was, but...
Ooohh, here we go.
Completely against her will, the she-cat rose to her paws and stubbornly waltzed out of the warrior's den and around to the back of camp. Proceeding with those famed quiet steps that had become her namesake, Fawnstep padded towards the rocks that the tom's nest was nestled in between and peered cautiously into the cramped space. Venomfang's sleep was fitful, to say the least, and Fawnstep could tell by the mannerisms that came with it. The she-cat knew it was probably not best to wake him from a nightmare of all things, but her conscience wouldn't allow her to leave him like that. You're literally asking to lose an arm right now. She reached out with her paw and gently prodded the tom in the shoulder with it, "Venomfang... Hey, wake up Mr. Grumpy Gills..."