Literature
Fireworks
"Heatherpaw!" Something hard prodded her side. "Heatherpaw, wake up!"
Heatherpaw blinked, her vision blurry and unfocused. "Ugh... Breezepaw?"
The black tom leaned over her, his eyes unusually bright and excited. "Come on, Heatherpaw, you'll miss them!" he cried.
The brown tabby apprentice was on her paws at once, watching her denmate as he darted out of the den. Cautiously, trying not to awaken the other apprentices, Heatherpaw followed him.
"Breezepaw, it's the middle of the night, for StarClan's sake!" she complained as he led her out of the camp. "And you won't even tell me where we're going!"
"Shh, you'll wake the whole Clan," snapp