The grass rustled against each other as a breeze sighed aside. The moon casted light upon the shadowed. And stars... of such beauty, gems itself a word is undescribable with the glints upon the curved sky.
Moonpaw could not sleep in the apprentice den; the urge of resting in the open puzzled him but awed his thinking mind.
Then without knowing why, he started to move himself as he hummed, dancing in the open... trying to meet the grace of the beautiful surroundings that stretch around him.

