"Bramblepaw, wake up, you dormouse!" Sorrelpaw batted at the brown tabby tom's ears, mewing constantly in attempt to wake her brother up. She let out a squeak of protest as the only thing Bramblepaw did in reaction to her chanting was to growl and roll over to the other side of his nest. "Come on! It's already sunhigh! I bet the patrols left without us again because you can't even bother to wake up," she added in mild resentment, her tail lashing from side to side.
"Okay, okay! Five more minutes..." The tortoiseshell rolled her eyes. "No!"
Bramblepaw sighed, rolling back onto his stomach, and heaved himself up. "Okay, I'm up," he yawned, bleary-eyed. He knew his sister wouldn't leave him alone until he woke up. Sitting back to give himself a quick wash, the apprentice stretched each of his legs in turn. "Now what?"
"Why don't we sneak out of camp? It's boring, staying in camp all day, anyways." The she-cat bounced a few circles around him before taking a leap into her nest, which was placed horizontal from his, a little ways from one of the bramble walls. "I dunno, Sorrelpaw..." Sorrelpaw's tail drooped in dismay, then twitched up high in the air again. Determined to convince her littermate into exploring the outskirts of ThornClan's boundaries, she nudged the other apprentice's shoulder heartily. "Come on, it'll be fun!" she mewled, widening her eyes pitifully to try and sway Bramblepaw into agreeing.
"If anyone finds out, we'll be in big trouble," the tom tried to reason with her. So far, sneaking from camp was the only thing to do. Maybe there's another patrol being prepared. he thought, but knew Sorrelpaw wouldn't give the pleading a rest until he accepted their plan. "Maybe if there's nothing else we can do." Bramblepaw decided."Aw, you're no fun." Sorrelpaw slumped onto her stomach, giving her sibling a look of pure boredom.
The medicine cat peered from her den, whiskers twitching. She'd already finished sorting her herbs, and checked for sick patients-- as of which she guessed there were none. I don't have a full supply of burdock, but I think there's enough to go for a few more moons, if few battles occur, she thought, twitching an ear. The cream she-cat strolled from the medicine cats' den and sat near the entrance, looking over CreekClan camp.
((I hope this is okay for now, I'm tired and I've got a bit of a headache. x3))