I yawn, stretching my aching muscles. My bed of moss never looks more inviting than it does when I'm not meant to be in it. Back in Thunderclan, I always used to bag the sleeping spots with the most moss, and nobody used to notice. Everyone was too concerned with getting a spot closer to the center, with the senior warriors. "Morning, Bramblekit." I mew off-handedly, my vision blurry. The dark brown tabby by my side hisses loudly. "Good morning, Cloudtail." a lithe black tom sneers. I see a malicious gleam in his eyes as he watches me groom my fur. "Because he's the one in the prophecy." "I do."