Spidernose had been curled up in her nest beside Stonefall’s - in fact it was a surprise they weren’t sharing a nest at this point… - and snoring quietly, peacefully asleep until their Clan leader’s summoning yowl cut through the foggy blanket that had dulled her senses for the night. Stirring with a wide, gaping yawn, the she-cat delicately stepped from her nest and paused to stoop down and nudge Stonefall’s head gently with her own to rouse the deputy with a gentle mew of, “Hey, Stone…wake up, Fernstar’s calling. C’mon.” not wanting to nag him, however, it wasn’t like they were mates or anything like that, for StarClan’s sake, Spidernose then left it at that for now and padded out of the den. However, before joining the others she also stopped to survey their surroundings. The cream and brown she-cat’s thinner fur immediately fluffed out against the biting cold morning breeze that ruffled through it once she’d left the relative warmth of the den, and she fought down the urge to shiver, instead reaching her forepaws out in front of her and digging her claws as much as she could into the partly-frozen earth beneath them to give herself some leverage as she arched her back in a stretch.

Straightening up again, Spidernose trotted briskly over to the space beneath the Highstump where Fernstar held their Clan meetings, mewing quiet “G’morning!” greetings to the other cats who had begun to gather there, she settled herself into the spot on Maplestream’s other side from Stormheart, being sure to leave enough space for Stonefall to join her once he’d woken up too. Spidernose turned to seek out Duskwing and Moosepaw in the crowd too, twitching her whiskers at the young tom too, she knew he would be having his warrior assessment today which was no doubt a time of both nerves and excitement for him, however she also knew Duskwing had taught him well, and hopefully he would pass without any problems. Then, not wanting to stare too long and make Moosepaw uncomfortable, she turned her gaze upwards towards Fernstar, and behind the leader, her den where she knew Honeypaw and Frogkit had slept that night, hoping they were kept safe from the rogues in Fernstar’s care.

Surely, they were younger and therefore just a bit slower to rouse than their older counterpart and the Clan’s warriors, and the fact that she hadn’t seen them yet this morning was no reason to worry, she kept telling herself. But both Frogkit and Honeypaw were quite important to her, even if Honeypaw had only been her apprentice for a day and a half so far, she’d still found herself developing quite the soft spot for the spunky little she-cat. And of course, she’d promised her mother that she’d look after Frogkit so she couldn’t let anything happen to her little sister…
But she was worrying for nothing, Spidernose reminded herself, even though the rogues were still in camp, there was no way they would have been allowed anywhere near Fernstar’s den! So there was no possible way they could have hurt the younger she-cats.

Blackpelt twitches in his sleep, and looks around in his dream. The dark, heavily wooded and starless forest is all he can see. He begins slowly padding his way through the thick brush, and listens for any whispers or sounds. Aside from the wind, he hears very little. Untill he hears a loud growl, as if it's right behind him. He jolts awake, and looks around frantically for a moment, his fur puffed up. He breathes heavily, and slowly sits up, waiting for his limbs to stop shaking. He groans, sore, then begins slowly licking his pelt clean, trying to calm himself down. He begins rummaging through his herbs, eyes bloodshot and weary, and he looks over when he hears Fernstar yowl for a meeting. Then he begins to walk towards Highstump, pausing for a moment at the entrance of his den. His eye twitches, and he slowly walks out of his den, looking up at Highstump with his half-lidded eyes, betraying his weariness and sheer exhaustion.

He groans softly, and paws at his ear for a moment, then settles down near the back of the group in a small patch of light, ears pricked up. He licks his lips slightly, and wraps his tail around his paws to try to hide his shaking. He looks across the group of cats, eyes flicking between muzzles as he searches for anyone who looks out of place. He looks up at Fernstar, then down at her den, wondering if Frogkit and Honeypaw were still asleep. He looks around, and tilts his head slightly. I wonder what Fernstar's going to do about the rouges...... He sighs, and looks at the group of his fellow clan members gathered at the base of the stump.

While she awaited for Fernstar to start the meeting as the rest of the cats of WillowClan gathered, Spidernose took the time to give herself a quick groom. She brought one of her forepaws up, gave it a few licks, then passed that paw over the closest ear. And when she was satisfied that was done, Spidernose began to do the same for the other side of her face. The she-cat turned her head as she heard pawsteps padding up to join her. Spidernose couldn’t help but feel a tug of disappointment as she realised it was Sunfur and not Stormfall. Though she didn’t treat the ginger tom unkindly, and twitched her whiskers back at Sunfur as she purred out a cheerful greeting. “Good morning, Sunfur! Stonefall still not awake yet? I wonder if we should be worried, I did shake him when I woke up…” she mused, turning her head to look back over her shoulder at the entrance to the warrior’s den. Was the deputy getting sick? She felt her gut twist with worry, and couldn’t help but send a prayer up to StarClan that her hunch was wrong. She didn’t know how she’d feel if anything bad happened to Stonefall…

The cream she-cat’s ears perked up as Sunfur mentioned speaking with the Clan leader the night before. It had to have been about their little hunting trick that they’d tried out the night before. Her first reaction was one of apprehension, That means having to go back up the tree, huh… That had been quite a frightening experience. However, Spidernose did believe Sunfur was onto something and if more of their Clanmates could perfect the technique then it meant WillowClan would have more options for hunting birds during winter, which would keep the fresh-kill pile stocked… This might be worth it. And Spidernose was quite sure that with more practise, leaping out of the tree like that wouldn’t scare her as much. So, if Fernstar did want her and Sunfur to teach the others, she’d be more than happy to pitch in.
“Oh, really? You think she’ll like it? Well, we might have our paws full for a while if that’s the case!” she giggled, playfully nudging Sunfur’s shoulder with her own. “But sure! If you need me, I’ll be happy to help out!”



Hearing the steady, growing chatter of the other cats below the Highstump finally roused Frogkit from her slumber. The little tortie-point kit gave a wide yawn, showing all of her teeth, for a second as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Beside her, she could still hear Honeypaw snoring, and rolled her eyes a little. Springing up to her paws, Frogkit began to poke the apprentice as she called her name in an attempt to wake her up. “Honeypawwww, Honeypaw! Wake up, lazybones! Fernstar’s calling a Clan meeting!” she frowned as her companion still didn’t stir, and gave an annoyed huff. The kit bent down and nipped at Honeypaw’s ear with her teeth, not hard enough to draw blood or leave any sort of mark, but tugging on it enough that Frogkit hoped it might wake Honeypaw up. “C’moooon!! We’re gonna be late!” she complained, and when the older she-cat still didn’t respond, Frogkit gave up. She didn’t want to miss the Clan meeting, even if she technically wasn’t old enough to catch her own prey just yet… she almost was and Frogkit wasn’t about to miss out on a cool announcement just because Honeypaw was sleepier than a hibernating badger!

So Frogkit left Fernstar’s den, trotting right up to where the Clan leader was waiting for the rest of the Clan, her tail shot up into the air as she chirped a greeting. “Hiya Fernstar! I’m awake! Honeypaw’s still sleepin’ though, I tried to wake her!” she giggled in amusement, much to poor Spidernose’s horror. Frogkit jumped a little in surprise, flattening her ears at her older sister as she heard Spidernose hiss to her: “Frogkit! Get down from there, you’re not the Clan leader!”