red skies and butterflies (wolf)

    A yawn leaves a mouth of white teeth and pink gums, golden irises winking shut while the owner follows through with a full body shudder of a shake. Midnightfang had been posted as one of the overnight guards, a task that he is not normally a fan of ever, but it is a needed job nonetheless so it would be hard to complain. He would rather be scheduled for last night’s moonhigh patrol, the dawn patrol and the midday hunting party all at once than simply sit and wait for morn to come. Whilst running about and performing task after task does little leave him tired, for whatever reason guarding the camp entrance makes exhaustion wash over him.

    His fellow Clanmate helping him guard the entrance seems to have dozed off, Midnightfang notices in amusement as he turns his head. “Why don’t you get some rest? I’ve got this covered.” His meow, deep-toned with fatigue, startles the other. However, they nod and mindlessly begin to pad in the direction of the warrior’s den.

    For a moment, the raven-furred tom watches after them enviously, his own paws yearning to join the ranks of slumbering cats. Though, in all honesty, as soon as camp activity begins to peak with hustling and bustling forms, he would probably wake to join them. Many would say he shouldn’t wear himself to the bone, but what’s the fun in that?

    Midnightfang idly thinks of all the things he could be doing instead: going for a hunt, refreshing scent markers, investigating for potential threats, training his apprentice… At the thought of the gently-colored tabby, the tom kneads the ground fondly. At ten moons, she would be having her assessment soon, and he is excited and expects her to do rather well. Honeypaw would be his second successfully trained apprentice, alongside Birchclaw. His whiskers twitch in amusement, thinking of how different the two are, but while the latter had been difficult to train in his own way, the former has her own quirks that are mildly concerning to the tom.

    He wants to encourage her curious, adventurous nature, especially since he sees a lot of himself in her, but at the same time behavior like that can be dangerous for a young cat. I’ll keep her safe, he promises himself, and perhaps StarClan, if they are listening to his inner ramblings.

    One ear flicks to the sound of soft pawsteps against the worn dirt of camp, Midnightfang craning his neck and half-expecting another warrior coming to relieve him of his post. But, as if summoned by his thoughts, Honeypaw’s silhouette comes into view in the shadow of the tunnel. Curiosity dominates his expression, though there is a touch of a friendly acknowledgment, too. “Good sunrise, Honeypaw. Or—I suppose not quite sunrise.” The warrior’s voice tapers off into a murmur, staring idly through the forest as dawn begins to chase away the darkness of night.

    He turns his attention back to her. “You should be sleeping still.” The black tom stands suddenly, a thought occurring to him with a concerned furrow of his brow, “is everything all right?”

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