Twigleg awoke as she heard early risen voices flutter through the tunnels and into the den. She stretched in her nest, feeling the moss and twigs scrape comfortingly along her fur. She lie for a few moments longer, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once she could feel the energy returning in her body, she climbed to her paws and exited, leaving her nest to become cold once more. As she reached the opening of the tunnels, her eyes stung a bit with the morning light. Around the camp, warriors and apprentices grouped together to discuss what the day had in store for them.
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Twigleg inhaled deepy. She secretly enjoyed the smell of the earth. She wasn't quite as thrilled about it when she started the job, but there was something about being in the cool earth that made her feel whole. She almost felt pity for her clanmates that didn't understand it. "You can feel your whiskers against the walls. It'll help guide you in the dark."