[justify]The pale tortoiseshell she-cat blinked open her eyes calmly and yawned, stretching from her nest with her paws out in front of her. She'd heard noises that could only mean the moon high patrol had left to patrol the grounds. Casually, as she always did, she wondered if she should ask Russethaze to send out a hunting patrol the next night, that way there'd be fresh kill on the pile for warriors and elders waking up from their fast.
Slipping from her den, the tortoiseshell leader stretched her lithe body once more and padded to the meeting spot where she generally called the clan together for ceremonies and meetings. She smiled a little, it was late, there was really no need to call a meeting this late at night. She blinked her eyes to adjust them to the dimmer light of the camp before she headed towards the medicine den. Whenever she was having a hard time falling asleep, she'd go to the medicine cat for advice on whatever it was that was troubling her.
What is troubling me though? She asked herself and paused just outside the medicine den. The she-cat hadn't the slightest idea what it was that could be troubling her. Frowning, she turned back and padded gingerly back towards her den, sneaking back into it without making a sound.[/justify]
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[justify]Meanwhile, in the apprentice den, a dark golden tabby was also having some trouble staying asleep. She mewled softly like a young, one moon old kit missing it's warm mother's milk. She didn't know her mother, but she did remember the mother-fox who'd raised her like it's own kit. In a series of growls and hurrs, the she-cat called to her deceased mother-fox.
In the distance of her dream, she could see the she-fox, always close but never within tails length. With a dissatisfied huff the she-cat raced towards the fox, "Mama, don't leave me!" She wailed and kicked in her sleep.[/justify]