The Leaf-bare air was cold. So cold, it made the curled up She-cat snuggle deeper into her warm mossy nest. The days were short now, and the sun rose later and set earlier then usual. Willowfern was curled up in a tight ball, her fur fluffed out and her tail over her nose. Anyone would think she was asleep, but the smaller looking tortoiseshell was awake, only refusing to get up as her own nest was oh so comfortable. "Oh come on, I'll have to get up eventually." She thought to herself, grimacing at the thought of the cold air. "Might as well get it over with now." Sighing, Willow slowly opened her green eyes, gazing at the corner of her den, partly lit because of the rising sun. She lifted herself off her nest and stretched, riding herself of the moss that clung to her pelt. "First things first. A bath, then I'll make my nest, count our herbs, then head over to the Fresh-kill pile." She chuckled, having her mornings down to a science. Willowfern disliked being disorganized, and always had herself on some sort of mental schedule. "Ah, the old routines..." She thought, fluffing out her fur again against the chilly air. At least her den kept off the wind chill, but it didn't always keep out the cold air. The tortoiseshell then began to groom her pelt, or so called 'bathe'. She then began to straighten her nest of moss.
Subject: Old routines... 
