WHEN YOU CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT [ pup ] May 11, 2016 22:33:08 GMT
Post by lord wolfscream✰ on May 11, 2016 22:33:08 GMT
Frostfire takes his time getting out of his nest. He stays for a moment, curled up in a ball of creamy white fur, with his eyes closed yet awake. The only key-in that he may be conscious is the satellite-like rotating of his flame-tipped ears. After several heartbeats of pretending to be sleeping, crystalline blue irises open, blinking drowsiness away in a slow couple of shutters. The warrior unfurls himself lateral ways, reaching forearms forward and back legs in the opposite direction in a great stretch that he couples with a mighty yawn. Nothing beat sleeping in; he could see from the way that high sunlight filters in through the shafting branches of the den that the sun has just passed its apex in the sky.OOC: hope it's okay that i started our rook/frost thread!! (to discuss lilacberry) <3 reply at your leisure ♔ ferocious werepup
The flame point heaves himself into a standing position, taking a moment to shake off the stray leaf and twig debris of his nest. He idly thinks that his mate, Dawnblaze, must have awoken much earlier, the loss of their shared warmth having stirred him briefly before falling asleep once more. He can distantly recall her sweet tone as she berated him for his ability to “sleep through a forest fire”. A brief glint of a smirk tugs at his maw at the thought as Frostifire passes through the threshold of the warriors’ den and out into the sunshine.
The mixture of sweet and refreshing smells of newleaf are carried towards him on the breeze, alongside the muskier undertone that wafts from the marshland of ShadowClan territory. Frostfire gazes around camp, watching the comings and goings of his Clanmates; he waves his tail to those he passes as he pads over to the fresh-kill pile with his sights set on the shining, ebony feathers of a raven.
Before he can properly address the watering of his mouth, a familiar and dark silhouette flickers in from the camp entrance. The smoky tabby pelt and hunched shoulders reveal to him to be his son. Frostfire flags his tail up, abandoning his current task to bound straight toward his offspring.
He skids to a halt beside him, smiling though it stutters to a quizzical quirk as he realizes the other tom appears to be more doom and gloom than usual. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you haven’t slept since last sunrise.” There is some teasing in his meow, but his blue eyes broadcast his concern.