Fixing things. (Open!)

Gleaming with pride, Swanpaw looked over her shoulder back at the medicine cat. "Thanks, Mottledleaf. Good night!" and with that, she bounded off into the camp clearing towards the apprentice den. She carefully maneuvered around the sleeping apprentices, not wanting to wake them in fear of having her ears clawed off.
Swanpaw circled her bedding a few times before finally laying down with her tail over her nose. Tomorrow was a big day, and she would need her rest.