[Fel]

@Empress of Evil
Morningbrook was quite tired, really- after Skyclan's move to a new camp in a dark and shadowy forest and the discovery of brand-new clans that had never been heard of before, he doubted that anyone besides the youngest kits in the clan were getting that much sleep. Everybody was worried about their own futures being sacrificed for those of clans which had lived far away from them, and the possibility that this change could turn out to be a terrible one- and that didn't exclude the golden-colored tom, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He was known for being funny over being paranoid, social instead of worrisome or even very responsible, but his friends were too busy to joke around with him, and even waking up posed as a time for him to finally think, to actually realize their tight situation. Rising from his nest in a groggily fashion, Morningbrook let out a loud yawn as his paws scuffled against the ground quietly, fluffing out his fur to try and get himself ready for the new day ahead of him. He still wasn't very used to this new nest, and his clan's new camp in general, but he could still perform his morning routine just like he did back at the old camp- not everything was changed. However, as he looked around the den, he could also notice a pelt that usually woke up before he did, one which belonged to a cat used to responsibility and a calm demeanor- though they had their own special, joking moments together. "Hey, Rory?"