wakey-wakey

The sound of his name fled the dreams from his mind, to the point that they would be forever lost from his recollection. He startled awake like a cat, fur upright and legs splayed as he leapt to his paws. "wha-what?” he barked, vaguely remembering Velvette’s voice, and felt a growing certainty that this was her fault.

He rubbed sleep from his eyes and looked out into the darkness in confusion. “Sis?” he grumbled, a sleepy, annoyed edge to his tone. “If you want me to train in the morning, keeping me from sleep is stupid. Wake me up in the morning" he grumbled, no part of him even guessing that to her, this was morning. How could it be? Not a hint of light broke the darkness, it might as well be the middle of the night for all he knew.

Glaring blarry daggers in whatever direction she skulked would be all the retaliation he would offer her, before he curled back up on his paws, and tried to get back to sleep.