[h3][color=7ea7d8]Moonpaw[/color] [/h3]

[color=7ea7d8]“[b]WHAT?[/b] It’s sunrise already?!?” [/color]

Those words of distress could be heard from any cat unfortunate enough to be resting, or passing by the apprentice’s den at that moment. Minutes later, after a racket of scattering twigs and moss, Moonpaw’s messy bundle of grey-white fur burst into the clearing. Several pieces of his bedding still clung to his fur, but Moonstone's frantic shaking soon slipped them off.
 
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“Thunderpaw didn’t even wake me, the stupid furball just snuck off like a mouse!"[/color] Moonpaw blurted out hurriedly, but in a hushed tone.[color=7ea7d8]"You too Robinpaw. Are you two conspiring against me? You [i]know [/i]Greenstone will turn me into crow-food if he finds out I overslept again” [/color]

Moonpaw’s anxious eyes darted between the camp boundaries. [color=7ea7d8]“Quickly, you haven’t seen Grumpystone yet, have you?”[/color]