Cedar Sweep the whole world is sleeping

@Delight

He doesn't remember making a bed and passing out, and when Titmouse startles awake he is briefly overwhelmed by his confusion. In the scramble to reaquaint himself with his own body he flails a bit, and when he's finally gotten to his feet he remembers. The rain had taken him by surprise overnight; it had become aggressive, wave after wave of rain. The boy didn't recognize this forest any better than he'd recognized the previous groves and shoots - and it didn't really matter. Judging by the light and the chill in the air, he thought maybe it was midday, but not much later. He shook his body out to relieve the tension of his poor sleep, and began to mosey between the cedars - fur stuck-up at odd angles from how it had dried overnight - and the boy was looking a bit worse for wear because of it. Like he'd had a night out on the town. A scowl soon took up residence upon his gaunt face, indicating the onset of a surly disposition.