Stillstar rose steadily from his nest. Dawn light was filtering through the hole in his den. He sighed and padded steadily out. He nodded to Swiftshadow tiredly and then trotted towards the warriors den, where Silentstorm lay snoozing. Others trembled around her.

Silentstorm’s black nose twitched and her eyes blinked open. Her whiskers quivered as she tried to pick up his familiar scent. She closed her eyes again- obviously not used to the sudden light filtering through the cave entrance. She sighed and stretched out. Her silver Bengal pelt glowed. She padded out and sat by Swiftshadow with a yawn.

Everyone would wake soon- waiting for the news about the patrols. Stillstar had asked specifically to be placed in one today. He sat down with the two to make a trio of cats, watching the sun battle the darkness from the sky as it woke from its own sleep.

The moon was just on its brink. It would depart the land for a while soon until the night flooded the territories again and gave them the stars of Starclan.

It was finally Greenleaf and prey stocks had been high. Cats were high on food and were ready to fight with perfect muscle builds. Stillstar let out a yowl of awakening. They should all wake up now- even the kits and queens and apprentices and elders. It was their time.