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>Owlhum<

Dawnstar's call jerked Owlhum awake. She lay there a moment or two, groaning quietly into her nest, barely registering that her name had been called while she tried to remember whatever dream she'd been so rudely jarred out of. Some kind of vague, violent, dark red memory flickered at the edges of her mind; she could almost feel phantom claws at her throat. Mmm. Maybe it was better to leave that one forgotten.

With another grumble, and a rough shake of her pelt that sent a cloud of brown hair showering to the den floor, Owlhum struggled to her paws and left the den. "Guess your time in ThunderClan hasn't made you any softer," she remarked under her breath. Not that she wasn't glad to see it, she wasn't sure what she'd do if Dawnstar had come back adorned in flower crowns and talking of world peace, but seriously, would a gentler wake-up call be so difficult?

Owlhum didn't bother to stifle her yawn as she followed Dawnstar out of camp. Adrenaline would wake her up soon enough, she was sure.