Firepaw liked night time in ThunderClan the best.
It had been a days—a quarter moon, they would say, since he joined them properly, and he'd decided that out of everything, Graypaw, fresh-kill, training… nights are his favourite.
He used to have trouble sleeping in his Twolegs nest; maybe because it was most of what he did. It was just so… quiet all the time. His Twolegs were mostly gone during the day, and then they would come home and pet him, feed him, and then sleep again. It was boring.
ThunderClan was different. He had been shocked into silence when Graypaw plopped down next to him in the nest, but when even Sandpaw and Dustpaw cuddled up, Firepaw realized that was just how the apprentices slept. Sandpaw made little snuffly snores. Ravenpaw whimpered once. Graypaw slept like the dead.
He could hear the hum of breathing throughout the whole camp. And he could see the moonlight streaming through the entrance to the den. The night outside was beautiful. He curled his tail over his nose and slept, knowing the promise of another adventure tomorrow was waiting.