Smoke Kit in the nursery [Open]

Smokekit was awake. She kept her eyes closed, unwilling to wake and move. She snuggled close to the soft moss as she tried to remember her dream. It had been a good one. The details slipped from her memory as easily as a fish would slip through the stream. She vaguely remembered becoming a warrior, but nothing else came to her mind. She adjusted her position, wishing to return to her dream, when a warm, bright ray of sun shone through her eyelids. She opened them to reveal light grey. Smokekit yawned widely and finally admitted that she had to get up, yet she made no attempt to move from her spot.