Raccoonkit
*Raccoonkit blinked open her eyes. She had just woken up from a good night's sleep- filled with good tasty birds and mice. Her jaw stretched in a huge yawn as she stood up, listening. She heard her leader, Stripestar, calling out the dawn patrol. Sighing, Raccoonkit sunk back down into the moss and sat, waiting for the others to wake, for she was not tired.*
Redfeather
*Redfeather paced inside his den. He was running low on juniper berries, but he was too busy today to go and get some. Briarfoot had annoyed his fur off trying to get Redfeather to help him, but no matter how hard it was to tell Briarfoot that there were no herbs to grow fur, Briarfoot insisted that he looked at every herb in his storage for something. So Redfeather had wearily looked through all of his herbs, knowing that nothing would work, and finally had to let Briarfoot sleep in his den under all of the moss in his storage, even the moss that Redfeather slept on. So, Redfeather didnt get much sleep last night. Even when he did, it was shivering on the cold, hard floor of the medicine den. Starclan, help this poor cat, please, he had pleaded silently. When morning had come Briarfoot shivered away to go out on a hunting patrol. Redfeather had gotten his moss back and tried to sleep, but sleep just wouldn't come. Tired and weary, Redfeather stumbled out of his den and went to find an apprentice.*