Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

"It seems to me that everyone is just plum-tuckered out from this morning's hunting patrol. I mean if I had gone, I probably would be as tired as you guys." Was Fallenreverence's answer as she looked at Acorafallen, a friendly gesturing tone wavering in her voice. Today was the first day in a very long time that Fallenreverence had slept-in. Usually it was the same old morning routine; get up before sunrise, take the usual morning run, get back before the sun's golden rays gently wake up the camp, in enough time to go on hunting patrol. But, today. Today was just a different day indeed.  By the time Fallenreverence had put one paw out of camp, a wave of exaustion had plauged her.  She silently had snuck back into the warm, soft moss and fallen straight to sleep.  When the pretty she-cat awoke, her faithful friend, the sun, had already entered the camp.  

But, now, the she-cat felt flighty and quite snappy since her schedule had been just tossed away, like garbage.  She was thinking garbled thoughts about finding 'the one' as her mother called it. Ugh. She spat, moodly in her head. When do I have the time for thought's like that? And, anyways, all the toms here have their eyes set on other she-cats. Shaking her head, she looked up at Acorafallen.