don't call me stubborn! [sparkpool]

[swifty?!]

It was just another new-leaf morning. The sun pierced through camp like a blazing fire, but cool enough to sooth the soul. This was the time of plenty, and a time of bliss. But it wasn't any time for a certain cat to be sleeping in. The sun hit the ginger fur of a she-cat so serenely, but it still managed to rouse her from her sleep. The sun hit her face like the warmth of someone close to her, and her eyes opened instantly. She sat up with ruffled fur, and a large yawn. Looking around, she noticed that the other warriors of RiverClan were still sound asleep; well, all except for the dawn patrol, it looked like. Slackers, was the only thing that crossed her mind.

Brightwhisker sighed and broke out of the den, into the sunlight that only warmed her pelt even more. She stretched, her back legs cramping under the pressure. Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, she looked around to find that nothing, no one was there. They were all either still asleep, or off on the dawn patrol. The fresh-kill pile was running low already, which probably meant that the dawn patrol hadn't returned at all this morning.

"Well, no reason for me to hog all this," Brightwhisker said, aloud but to herself. I'll just go hunting by myself, she continued in her head. She stretched again, before making her way towards the entrance of camp. A loud yowl escaped her lungs before she could make it much further, however. Her body hit the ground softly, and as she sat up and lifted her paw, she noticed quite a few thorns eroding from her paw pad. "What?" she asked the air, quite rudely.

She sighed, Well doesn't that just ruin my morning? Brightwhisker contemplated heading out to hunt, or going to see Sparkpool. It was just a few thorns, after all, maybe they'd just fall out eventually. After placing and lifting, and placing and lifting her paw some more, she decided it would get in the way of her hunting skills. The ginger tabby she-cat turned around, and began the limping journey to the medicine cat's den. "Sparkpool?" she rasped, staring into the den with impatience. She wanted to just go barging in, but she knew that that was not only disrespectful, but also very rude. "I've got a little problem here. Are you busy?" she continued on, waiting for a reply.