In the middle of the camp clearing there was a grey warrior stretched out, sleeping. The she-cat's belly was exposed to the sky, soaking in its warm rays. Her little paws were curled up by her muzzle, their differing colors gleaming in the light. Long white whiskers stuck out from the light grey muzzle of the cat, quivering every so often. Finally, the she-cat's eyelids moved, showing a little flash of dark blue. Her mouth opened into a little pink yawn as the warrior began to awaken.
Oceanbell blinked, the sunlight hurting her eyes. She squinted, allowing time for her eyes to adjust. Once her pupils were dilated, she stretched her eyes open