Batface swiped his paw over his right ear, giving himself a moment to settle into a sitting position and groom himself. It was nice, having this moment in the early morning of the day to do this. Normally, Batface wasn't much of a morning cat, in fact, usually he had a hard time shaking the sleepy feeling from his paws well in to sunhigh, however...this morning was some how different for him. Feeling the early warm rays on his spotted, black and white pelt, the way the warmth seemed to just soak into his fur, it was nice. He would even describe the feeling as comforting, as though the sun itself was trying to assure Batface that today, just may be a good day indeed. Moreover, Batface enjoyed how quiet the early dawn was in Windclan camp. Those who had apprentices or were to go on a Dawn patrol ha already left moments earlier, which left Batface almost alone in the clearing, to enjoy his temporary solitude. Now it wasn't like Batfaced preferred being alone, in fact, normally, Batface quite enjoyed the company of other cats...however, there was something about his sleep the night before that made the tom desire some well needed alone time. There is something about the Warriors den that can sometimes just feel so overcrowded. The warm fur of someone else all huddling together, brushing up against him, trying to stretch his legs but kicking someone in the face, and, how can he forget, some cat had tried to exit the den, and ending up stepping on his long tail. It was a rough night, so now, as he could have at least a small moment to himself

Heartbeats later, Batface concluded his grooming. Feeling satisfied with his thorough cleaning, Batface stood up from his sitting position, and with a final scratch from his rear leg, the long, lithe tom was now upon all for legs, casually pacing through the clan camp. Now he was ready, and willing to face the day. Batface was no ruffian, and knew how important it was to keep his pelt groomed and tidy before starting any day. He had to keep up appearances, and looking nice made him much more...approachable. He liked that. He liked cats from Windclan feeling like they could talk to him, like they could trust him with their thoughts and feelings. It made him feel...like an important member of his clan, as strange as it seemed. Batface noticed some cats favored powerful fighters, or skilled hunters, which of course were all essential parts of clan life, but often time Batface felt that the power of words were often overlooked. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Batface felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Ah. He was hungry