A DIFFERENT WORLD AT NIGHT (open)

mothpool squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she  could stretch out her legs. Even though it was night, it was also greenleaf, and the air was warm. The body heat of the other warriors surrounding her was just too much, despite Mothpool's short fur. She had to get out. Mothpool looked up - silverpelt was shining bright against the dark blue. It was still the middle of night. She really should be getting sleep, but it was too hot, and she just wasn't tired. 

Mothpool waded out from amid all her sleeping clanmates, picking her steps carefully and making sure not to tread on any tails. She finally emerged from the mass of warriors, immediately feeling the cooler night air. She nodded at the night watch as she slipped out of camp. Mothpool wasn't sure where she was going - she just needed a place where it wasn't so crowded. She padded through the thick sea of grass, noticing how different everything looked at night. The lake was black and sparkled with the night stars, instead of the usual grey brown, and far, far off into the distance, she thought she could even see the jagged silhouette of mountains. 

Mothpool eventually made her way down to the lakeshore, where the air was even cooler. She followed a small stream down to the lake and found a large, flat slab of stone jutting out just above the water, where she sat down. She stared out across the lake to the other side, where a line of evergreens marked ShadowClan territory. Right now, the forest seemed so peaceful - it was as if that gathering had never happened. She closed her eyes, trying to push away the memory of that night, of that massacre. She would never forget the way the kits shrieked as she fought off one of the ThunderClan warriors, unable to fight her way to the nursery.