Post by alpine on Mar 31, 2016 19:06:35 GMT
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"I'll Sleep when I am Dead" by Set It Off
<3 This is awful sorry.
"I'll Sleep when I am Dead" by Set It Off
<3 This is awful sorry.
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[attr="class","ctx"]Crabheart blinked angrily at the ceiling, woken in the darkness and none too happy about it. Another night, another nightmare. Not as bad as usual though; already he struggled to remember what it had been about. Something ridiculous, probably, but dreams always were. He had been up for ages the night before, sleepless and exhausted, and clearly this one wasn't going any better. Just dandy. Have I been drooling? That's disgusting He sat up, ginger fur matted and fairly dirty on one side. Yeah maybe he needed to fix up his bed sometime.
The familiar sounds of nighttime greeted his ears as he cleaned himself. Deep breaths, the occasional snore, dry beds crunching when it's occupant shifted, he could have recognized each sound from SkyClan's camp as well as he knew them. Insomnia led to things like that, memorizing things most people never noticed, seeing things others slept through. Being a young warrior still, he slept, or pretended to, at the edge of the den. The inside was reserved for the senior warriors, the respected, as it was the warmest and most desirable area. The whole den was a massive jumble of everyone's scents, it was enough to give a cat a headache. He needed some fresh air, anyways.
Making an effort not to wake anyone up, Crabheart padded out into the moonlit center of camp. Actually, the moon was quite bright and the trees didn't have enough leaves to block it like they would in greenleaf. It could be a good night for a walk, maybe someone he could actually tolerate would accompany him? I wonder if Featherstorm's asleep. After a few quite minutes, listening to various creatures going about their nightlife, he turned back to the warrior den and poked his head in. Featherstorm was close to the entrance, thankfully. "Hey Featherstorm, are you awake?" He hissed, attempting to whisper rather loudly. He stepped a couple of steps around someone and poked her on the shoulder. "Do you...want to go for some night hunting?"
The familiar sounds of nighttime greeted his ears as he cleaned himself. Deep breaths, the occasional snore, dry beds crunching when it's occupant shifted, he could have recognized each sound from SkyClan's camp as well as he knew them. Insomnia led to things like that, memorizing things most people never noticed, seeing things others slept through. Being a young warrior still, he slept, or pretended to, at the edge of the den. The inside was reserved for the senior warriors, the respected, as it was the warmest and most desirable area. The whole den was a massive jumble of everyone's scents, it was enough to give a cat a headache. He needed some fresh air, anyways.
Making an effort not to wake anyone up, Crabheart padded out into the moonlit center of camp. Actually, the moon was quite bright and the trees didn't have enough leaves to block it like they would in greenleaf. It could be a good night for a walk, maybe someone he could actually tolerate would accompany him? I wonder if Featherstorm's asleep. After a few quite minutes, listening to various creatures going about their nightlife, he turned back to the warrior den and poked his head in. Featherstorm was close to the entrance, thankfully. "Hey Featherstorm, are you awake?" He hissed, attempting to whisper rather loudly. He stepped a couple of steps around someone and poked her on the shoulder. "Do you...want to go for some night hunting?"
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