Hollyhawk ♦ He / Him ♦ Windclan warrior
He'd been sleeping in his shared nest with Appleleaf, something that'd contributed to some of the best sleep of his life. He carefully pushed himself to his paws, nudging the moss of the nest to form a small bump where he'd been as to sort of mimic his presence, hopefully not disturbing Apple too much. He slowly stretched before silently making his way to the entrance, pausing to look back at his best friend.
His gaze lingered on them for a moment, there it was, that stirring in his chest. A feeling that mimicked nausea closely, but with a key difference, a gentle fluttering. He still didn't know what it was or meant, at least, not that he would admit to it.
That's when the shriek of a kit's voice pierced the silence of the camp, ringing out through the dens and pulling Holly from his thoughts. He flicked his ears back, turning to look at the source of the sound, it seemed Lavenderkit was doing... something?
'Let's be birbs!' That's when his gaze fell on the rather large pile of feathers, he hummed softly in thought, so that's what this was, fur and nest decorating. He wouldn't normally be interested, but it'd been a while since he'd done anything outside of normal warrior duties, maybe something lighthearted could be fun.
Hollyhawk slowly padded out of the warriors' den and toward the gathering cats. He curiously looked around, not really recognizing any of the cats personally. He knew their names, and generally knew their faces, but wasn't friends with any of them.
His tail nervously flicked behind him as he found a spot to sit, waiting for more cats to gather.