Goldpaw huffed and avoided her Mentor's gaze. "Its not fair." She said simply, her tail twitching irritably. Silverpaw looked up at Goldpaw and spat, "Nothings fair," at her. "Mabye if you stop acting like a Kit, they'll stop treating you like one," Silverpaw added. This seemed to only make Goldpaw even more mad, but she held it in. "Look who's talking.." She muttered, loud enough for her sister to hear.

Silverpaw shot a stern look at her sister, then stalked off.

(( ... I think I might be getting a reputation for poofing on and off. :p Well, I'm on now!))

It was amazing how warm his den could get even without other bodies to heat it, but that was probably the moss. Longstar sleepily nuzzled the soft patch next to his head. Mmm, moss. Nice and dry, too, which not only made it warmer but nicer-smelling. Lovely. 

Oh, but he did have to get up, didn't he? Craning his neck, he could just see the patch of light that had already migrated near the middle of the den. No more den mates to wake him up, but he could always pin it on Starclan- 

Except, he noted, arching his back until he could almost catch the tip of his tail, he couldn't. Not one dream in the past two moons, nothing more significant than flying dogs and talking rabbits. The clan didn't have to know anything, but he always dreaded talking to Ravenwing, who was bound to bring up the subject at some point- but then Longstar finally caught his tail, and decided it was time to wake up for real.

Okay. Roll over. One paw, two paws- streeeetch, okay, all four paws now, bl
ink, tail up for a little attitude now, and good. Good. Now, he was awake.

Longstar emerged blinking into the light, and after a brief moment of considering whether he should catch up to the others or just ask them to come to him, he called out-

"Good morning! I, oh... how's the hunting?"