[spade]

Having a regular sleep routine was new to Kestrelstar, and not something he had experienced since before he became a warrior. The nightmares that darkened his mind and poisoned his belly were long gone, replaced instead with a serene abyss of nothingness. It wasn't StarClan by any means, but at least he didn't feel terror seize him every night. A step up, and the RiverClan leader would take a win wherever he could.

Being roused from his nest at the sound of a squeaky voice, yellow eyes popped open as the gray tabby lifted his head. A kit. In his den. With all the queens in the Clan Kestrelstar figured they wouldn't be barging into places they weren't suppose to be. "Whitekit, does this look like the nursery to you?" he snapped groggily, jaws parting in a yawn as he pulled himself into a seated position.

// @Bramble12