Dovecloud, waking up in her position next to Harestrike, tried to justify not getting up for just a little while longer. The breeze ruffled her pelt, as if to serve as a reminder of her approaching day of activities.
With Firestar in mourning and Redscar busy, Dovecloud had decided to get up early and take her apprentice out for a quick trot around the borders. It would never hurt to be vigilant.
Despite a quick mrrrow of disgust as she unwound herself from the warmth of her mate, she rose from their nest and gave her fur a quick shake. Fluffing it up should help keep the worst of the cold from getting to her.
Being careful to not step on paws or tails, she delicately picked her way out of the den, trying not to be too jealous of her still-sleeping clanmates. Then she mentally chastised herself - she had chosen to get up at this ridiculous hour.
She just hoped Rabbitpaw wouldn't be too mad at her waking him up.
Stopping in front of his den, she waited to see if he would come out.
"Rabbitpaw, are you awake? Rabbitpaw? We're going on a tour of the territory today."
Muscles twitched beneath a spotted tabby pelt, signs of dreams behind closed eyes. He raced along open plains, body stretching and coiling at a blistering pace. His legs carried him in his typical rabbit stride, long bounds carrying him faster than the wind. He was carefree, happy, content to just race across endless plains, never tiring. His path crossed with that of a young rabbit, and he shifted course to chase after his namesake. The pair weaved across the meadow, zigging and zagging and cutting trails in the long grasses. He never drew close enough to attack; it was enough to just follow. With the wind in his fur and the freedom in the air, he was…happy.
"Rabbitpaw, are you awake?" The voice wafted across the plains, a distant memory of another time. He slowed, the friend he had made making his escape into the grasses.
"Rabbitpaw? We're going on a tour of the territory today."
Wakefulness came to him shortly after that, and Rabbitpaw blinked in the darkness of the den. The contrast from his golden fields to the shadowed nesting place was disorienting, and he blinked rapidly to shake it off. A quick stretch and wide yawn was all he allowed himself before he rose to meet his mentor. Stepping carefully, he bunny-walked out of the den, forepaws then hindpaws, one step at a time.
He poked his head out slowly, making sure Dovecloud's face wasn't in the entrance before hopping out. He gave his fur a quick shake, then turned bright eyes onto the older she-cat.
"Where are we heading today?" He kept his voice low, mindful of the sleeping cats not too far behind him, but his eagerness bled through in his bright eyes and alert posture.