Sirens [closed]

After a long morning of patrols, Mistyheart finally decided to take a break. It was just around sunhigh- or so she thought. It was hard to tell what time it was in leaf bare due to how the clouds constantly covered the sky, but she could sometimes determine where the sun was by where the brightness in the clouds was strongest. Letting out a small sigh, she sat and began to groom herself. She had groomed her fur earlier that morning, but it had become messy and unkept after the border and hunting patrols. Licking her paw and dragging it over her ear, she surveyed the camp, watching as her clanmates busied themselves with various tasks and duties.