Birchtail blinked open his eyes as sunlight filtered into the medicine cat den. The tom grunted and turned over, closing his eyes again and trying to return to his peaceful sleep. When slumber refused to return to him, he grunted and got up, shaking his fur and allowing his eyes to adjust. The medicine cat then sat in his nest and began to groom his tangled tabby fur.
Sundapple opened her eyes and squinted in the change in light. With a stretch, the young warrior yawned before adjusting to a sitting position. Her pale eyes narrowed as she looked out the den before turning her head and grooming her fur with swift rasps of her tongue.
Sparrowpaw woke up and blinked in the gentle light. She yawned and stepped out of the den, sitting just outside. As she licked a paw and drew it over her ear, she watched her brother attempting to talk to Pebblepaw. The fae rolled her eyes playfully and just watched him.
Owlpaw looked at her and nodded. "My mother used to tell me the same story. She also said that the moon hold the power of every StarClan cat and the tide goes in and out because they do it." Then he paused, thinking for a moment. "What is the reason for the tide going in and out though? There must be a reason."
Jesse woke up in her basket. The red blanket she lay on was comfy. She woke up just in time to hear her housefolk call goodbye up the stairs and shut the door, heading out to work. The kittypet stretched before stepping out of her basket and leaping up onto the windowsill. She gazed out of the window at the beach, its waves lapping gently against the sand. The young fae curled her tail over her paws and just watched it, as if in a trance.
