War isn't Created -O-

[Cedarheart]

Cedarheart yawned and padded into the warrior den. His day's hunt had taken place just after the sun began to set and now it was nighttime. Blue eyed and ready to close he sat down in his nest with a thump, swishing his tail back and fourth as he sat down on a thorn. Groaning he pulled it out and went outside again to throw it in the weeds, the night was still muggy and sticky like the day had been and inside the warrior's den was no better.

Finally he settled down with a sigh, no more thorns, and almost everyone was already asleep. Maybe he could actually get some shut eye tonight, then again he doubted it.

[Mistsong]

Mistsong bounded into camp, her blue eyes drooping. She had been unable to fall asleep at dusk, so she went for a little moonhigh stroll. Once the cold winds started blowling and she grew weary-eyes, she came back to camp. Half-asleep, she made her way into he warriors den, and yawned. She weaved her way along the maze of nests, trying to come upon her own. Without looking at her paw, she tripped on a rocking jutting out from one of the nests and fell splat-on top of another warrior. "Sorry," she murmured, pulling herself up.

[Cedarheart]

Cedarheart squeaked a bit as the white pelted she-cat fell on him. "Oof!" He huffed as he was flattened. Looking up with icy blue eyes he mewed, "watch where your paws are." He grumbled.

Sitting up once again he gave his ruffle fur a few quick licks and gazed back over at the cat, feeling a bit bad that he had flipped on her. But he didn't say anything more, it was too late at night to attempt an apology.

[Foreststep]

Foreststep opened his eyes sleepily,he hadnt been able to get much sleep anyway.He looked around at the cats in the warriors den and then at the tom as he was almost flattened.Foreststep wanted to get some night air,but he wa sgeting to tired for that,after training his apprentice today.