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The summer sun was warm, so warm that Foxstar couldn't help but lay down. He wasn't sleeping, he was just ... resting his eyes. Or at least, he had intended to only be resting his eyes. He had not intended to fall into a deep sleep right in the middle of the camp, his body splayed in weird angles like a corpse (Foxstar wasn't a cute sleeper). He borderline had some drool coming out of his mouth, and the sleeping tom looked a hot mess. He'd been in this spot most of the day, snoozing on and off despite his best intentions. He probably would have continued to sleep, if a kitten hadn't accidentally catapulted a rock across camp. It hit him right in the skull with a soft plunk, enough to wake the tom up. "W-wha-?" he muttered sleepily, his eyes opening slightly. The sun flooded into his eyes, or at least, what was left of it. It had already begun its dissent down the sky, which meant ...
Crap.
He was supposed to meet Dawnflicker at the entrance of camp at sunhigh for their trip to the gardens. Crap, crap, crap, crap. Foxstar was late. An embarrassed panic settled over him, and he frantically stood up. He glanced down at himself with a frown. He didn't have time to fix all of the fur that jutted out at weird angles, but he did lick one of his shoulder furs down before making his way over to the entrance of camp. His eyes were wide and still sleepy as he came skidding to a stop next to her, looking a little more frazzled than normal.
"Dawnflicker!" he greeted, his tone apologetic. "I'm so so so so so so sorry for keeping you waiting, time... slipped out of my paws." Had she noticed he had been sleeping? How couldn't she have noticed?
Of course, Dawnflicker had seen Foxstar napping in the middle of camp, splayed out as if he were more of a worm than a cat, asleep and letting the time crawl by, far beyond their designated meeting time. And, of course, she didn't mind at all — truthfully, she found it entertaining, because he just looked so silly and peaceful, and she was sure he needed it. I should wake him, was a brief thought that crossed her mind, but she disregarded it almost immediately, if he missed their trip to the gardens, then they could do it tomorrow, or the day after that, or whenever he was free. She didn't mind, not really. While he napped the day away, Dawnflicker simply went on with her day.
By the time the sun crawled to a low point in the sky, she had already convinced herself that they would do it another time. After spending most of her evening out, hunting for spare watermint for the medicine-cats, she padded back to camp with it, expecting nothing else to come up at all, expecting to tuck into a meal and then relax until she headed in for the night. She ducked through the gorse tunnel, shifting the herbs in her jaws so they didn't catch and tear. What she didn't expect upon entering on the other side was to find a frazzled Foxstar approach, messy and apologetic. I'm so so so so so so sorry for keeping you waiting, time... slipped out of my paws. She laughed airily, dismissive of his apologies, dropping the watermint at her paws to speak clearly.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I can see your nap was good," her eyes flicked across his disheveled fur, a slight teasing note in her voice, "but there's still time left in the day. Just let me drop this off at the medicine-cat's den." Without waiting for a response, she picked up the watermint and bounded off, hardly staying for more than a few words before she was crossing the camp once more to meet Foxstar.
