As the sun began to peek over the treetops, a loud chorus of cheerful songbirds erupted from the forest. The thin layer of dew that covered each blade of grass quickly rose into the sky as the heat of the sun warmed the clearing, chasing away the chill that clung from the night before. Slowly, the world was beginning to awaken once more after a long night's rest. And, as the sun began to rise, so did a very groggy Smokestep.
The large tom stumbled clumsily out of the Warrior's den, setting his paws haphazardly on the slippery grass below. His tail swished furiously behind him, in an awkward attempt to regain his balance. After a moment of slipping and sliding, he was finally able to regain his footing. He blinked slowly and allowed a rather loud yawn to escape from his maw. As he did so, he bent down and stretched out his body, which still was stiff with sleep. Drawing in a deep breath, he shook his head in a final attempt to hurry away any last bits of fatigue that gripped at his mind.
When he was finally more or less awake, Smokestep began to survey the camp. He paused every so often, taking mental note of what his duties looked like for the coming day. He decided to start with seeing how much prey they would need for the day. He picked up his great paws once more from his sturdy spot, and headed towards the fresh-kill pile.
Ripplestar awoke in her den with an odd feeling....what had she dreamed about? she frowned and slowly rose to her feet and arched her back gracefully in a stretch. Hearing footsteps outside she poked her head out to see the Smokestep already up and about. she sad back down, gave her messy fur a quick cleaning, and emerged from her den to organize a patrol. "Good Morning!" she called out brightly to Smokestep. "Were you thinking of taking a hunting patrol out?" she questioned him, looking at the dwindling fresh kill pile with a quizzical expression. "I could take it out, if you'd like." she offered, yawning.
Credit to Fluffheart for first. Credit to me for last one.