The Room Where it Happens

Spiderspark had decided that he wanted to take Lionpaw out of camp as the sun crested over the edge of the moors. After the lackluster few days, he truly wanted an early start. He desired to have as much day ahead of them as he could get and to show Lionpaw the beauty that the moor held. He had told the young tom to meet him by the camp exit as soon as the sun had risen - certain in his own ability to awaken early.

But stars above, his nest was so warm. The warrior shifted and stared into the Windclan camp, where he could see only the unfortunate few returning from dawn patrol. Orange eyes narrowed in effort as he attempted to heave himself out of his nest, but his legs seemed anchored to the ground. Perhaps he should not have stayed up so late in deep conversation with the younger warriors. He glanced at those very toms and she-cats - but alas, they were still fast asleep in their nests.

Spiderspark huffed in dismay. Apprentices were the worst. Another shift in his nest, but this time, the tom managed to lunge to his paws. A whip of his tail, probably smacking a few unlucky warriors behind him, and Spiderspark stumbled out of the warrior's den and into the camp just as the sun edged over the moor. He nodded to the few warriors that lumbered past him and made his way to the exit of the Windclan camp - eyes keen for young Lionpaw.