Hushed Willows higher and higher

When she saw Lily sleeping out in the open, fear gripped her heart.  In the corner of the territory were the communal dens, and it was cold out here — god, was she dead?  She quickened her pace as she came closer, and when she saw the rise and fall of Lily's ribcage she exhaled. 

She didn't sign up to be scared like that.

She also didn't want to have to be rude.  She curled up next to Lily like she would have Ibis, and she crooned softly, Good morning, starshine, the sun says hello.