Head spinning but mind awake (closed)

Lightpaw had been in ThunderClan’s camp for a few days now. It felt good to be back with her Clan, though the absence of so many members bothered her. Her head seemed to be getting better to, with the dizziness and nausea no longer a constant. Today was the first time she’d left the medicine den since her arrival. The silver she-cat lay in the sun, white tail lolled out on the packed earth.

A smile flowed to his face as if a swimming blossom got forced into the river by the wind. Shadowclan cats were... strange to say the least. The fact they were staying did not click even after days have passed.
That was one of the reasons for his reaction when a silver pelt showed itself unexpectedly for him. Hornetpaw was still round and smaller than most and yet surprisingly the strength in his paws when he prepared to pounce was so great it tingled. A realization brought him back to normal behavior. A quick shake of the head smoothed down spiky fur as the relaxed expression fell into place.
"I don't think I know you-" Warm tone of the voice clashed a bit with posture, still not fully fixed. "Hornetpaw, and you?" A quick move of a paw pointed to his chest.
"You are all very good at hiding or I missed something important."

Lightpaw looked up as she saw motion out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, I’m Lightpaw,” she mewed. “Apprentice of ShadowClan, Snowfoot’s daughter and Dappledlight’s apprentice.” She wasn’t in the habit of trying to contextualize her existence to random cats, but Hornetpaw looked a bit confused. She honestly didn’t blame him. This whole thing was confusing.