[Undercover]

@SpiralWhirl

Coyotecry made his way quietly out of the warriors den, his brown tabby fur ruffled from sleep. He stopped short of the entrance of camp and sat down, lifting one paw to his maw and beginning to groom. Clouds scuttled overhead and darkness still lay like a thick blanket over the camp. His eye shone eerily in the darkness, and his posture stiff. Coyotecry couldn't sleep, and decided to come out into the clearing, bathed with moonlight, instead of in the stuffy warriors den, filled with snoring warriors. Now he could get peace, quiet, and time to think.