[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Raindancer

Nighthawk padded out of the warrior's den, shaking himself awake as his jaws let out a large yawn. Last night's patrol hadn't been too eventful, but he'd stayed out after to watch the moon. He didn't mind the constant bustle of camp--quite the opposite. It was reassuring to hear and feel his clan around him. But nothing compared to a still, quiet night. It was easier to think. Sitting down so he was out of the way, Night started to groom, flattening his fur which was still fluffy from sleep.
@Vortex

Stagflight slipped back into camp, shaking dew from his long and now slightly damp pelt. His large paws were especially wet from trudging through the mud that never really left ShadowClan's marshy terrain. It was a good thing that he didn't mind being a little wet. But soaked? That was a whole different story right there. He gazed around camp, then made his way over to the edge and sat down to clean himself off. It took him a moment, but he noticed a tom nearby and tipped his head to one side. He couldn't remember talking to them before, and it wouldn't hurt to try. Cleaning off his paws as best he could, the large Maine Coon mix padded over and sat down, wamth in his green hues. “Mornin',” Stagflight greeted, inclining his head slightly.