As the sun rose above the territory, Darkwing started padding back to camp, he had done like every other night, he had wandered around, making sure there were no intruders, as the deputy finally reached camp, he gazed at his clanmates, making his way towards his nest where a yawn escaped him, he curled up and shut his sharp yellow hues, his tail over his nose, he opened an eye to glance around one last time and there would go his day, like pretty much always.
((Someone can wake him up later I guess))