Mothwing was sorting herbs in the medicine cat den. It was a windy newleaf night and the half-moon was almost on the horizon. She was so tired after a trip to the Moonpool. She couldn't seem to fall asleep during the time all the medicine cats were supposed to be talking to their warrior ancestors about near danger and how to prevent it in their sleep. Sure, she didn't believe in StarClan anyways, but usually she would sleep and just have normal dreams about chasing butterflies or something.
Willowpaw was in Mothwing's den sleeping. She wished she could be sleeping too, but she had a lot to do after the two of them went herb collecting on their way back. We should be stocked on everything until next moon she thought. Well, besides catmint... When she was done sorting everything, she walked back to where Willowpaw was sleeping and moved the moss that was next to her around with her paw until it looked pretty comfortable and almost in an instant sleep overtook her.
She woke to a paw batting her in the stomach. "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's almost sunrise!" Willowpaw meowed. Mothwing stumbled up and shaked off some hanging moss pieces from her fur. "Already?" she asked, surprised. "We're supposed to be doing battle training today, remember?" she reminded her in a slightly annoyed tone. Although they were medicine cats, they still had to know some warrior training in case of battle. "Oh, your right." Mothwing meowed, walking out of the medicine den. Willowpaw quickly followed her, jumping ahead and grabbing a quick peice of freshkill from the pile and eating all of it in a few quick bites. They headed out into the training hollow and began their training.
It was sunhigh and Mothwing was outside her den, trying to enjoy the newleaf warmth. Her bones felt weak and she struggled to keep her eyes open. The training only made her more tired. She showed her a few moves wrong and her apprentice had to tell her that she was doing something wrong. "You should get some sleep, you were as slow as a slug today. Can we do some training tomorrow when you feel better?" She asked, coming out of the medicine den. "Okay," Mothwing answered, walking inside the den a collapsing onto her nest. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, but then Willowpaw came in the den again and Mothwing could smell the delicious scent of fish. "Here." she meowed, dropping the fish at Mothwing's paws. "You shouldn't go to sleep on an empty stomach.". Mothwing suddenly remembered how hungry she was and gulped up the fish gratefully. When she was done, she closed her eyes and let her consciousness drift away.
