Low whimpers could be heard from Luna's little nest and she twitched uncontrollably in her sleep. Soon she snapped awake, her ruby eyes darting around the cave as she was extremely disoriented. When she finally knew she was home, she realized her white fur was bristling. She began licking her pelt to try to smooth it down as much as she could. A low frustrated growl escaped her throat as she licked her pelt furiously. She had been there for her littermate's brutal death while they were both still apprentices. Her older brother had been torn apart by a rogue wolf while Luna had watched, and then the rogue had proceeded to slash her muzzle before their mother, another warrior, had intervened. A few days later, her mother had died of a broken heart, having lost the will to live. Luna had worked her tail off after that to become a warrior. She had only become a warrior about a moon ago. Her bushy tail was even bushier as she gave it her attention next. Then she decided she may as well do something productive since again she couldn't sleep and padded out of the warrior's den, beginning to help around as best she could.