come run with me ,, ame

Ask yourself now where would you be without
Days like this
When you finally collide with the motions you can't resist

She was only half asleep. Mottlepaw, for all her quietness and calmness and penchant for adventuring during the day, was a surprisingly unsound sleeper at night. The she-cat didn’t toss and turn like some of the apprentices did (and especially the younger apprentices, she noticed, had a habit of doing that). No, she lay still, eyes closed, breaths even and deepening, waiting for sleep to sweep her away. Her limbs had long since grown heavy and her nest was warm and comfortable, but she hadn’t yet fallen asleep. Her mind was racing, as it often did at night, much to her annoyance. Stray thoughts made themselves known, imaginary scenarios played themselves out, phrases and words said that day played over and over in her mind.

It was a welcome distraction when she felt a gentle paw on the back of her shoulder and a familiar voice whispering her name.

“Mottlepaw.”

The she-cat stirred, rolling her shoulders to loosen them before flopping over in her nest to face her friend. She didn’t know how late it was, but it was very dark in the den; the moon’s rays only just reached past the entrance, leaving her form in a darker shadow. But she could make out his pale white and ginger pelt as she blinked slowly.

A yawn made her jaws part, despite the fact that she didn’t particularly feel tired. “Mmmm, Plumpaw?” She mumbled, blinking again to adjust her eyes to the low light. “What’s up?” As she asked, the she-cat stretched, extending her hind legs and front legs at the same time, tensing her muscles and flexing her toes. The feeling was luxurious, and she relaxed moments after, slightly more awake than she had been before.

NOTES;

skyy and her socks with Plumpaw
It's perfect <3

Ask yourself now where would you be without
Days like this
When you finally collide with the motions you can't resist


Talking and listening to Plumpaw was definitely making her feel more awake, and the she-cat appreciated it. Sleep was a fickle thing anyway and she didn’t anticipate getting much more of it tonight. Surely Chipmunktooth would understand.

She stretched again, this time hauling herself up into a vaguely sitting-up position to get a better look at her companion and the den. They were the only two awake, as far as she could tell; the soft moonlight made their companion’s forms turn silver.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” came Plumpaw’s gentle voice, but the she-cat shook her head. No, he wasn’t disturbing her- in all the time she knew him he never disturbed her. Mottlepaw believed it wasn’t possible for him to disturb anyone.

She waited patiently for the tom to gather his thoughts; she was not one to rush others, least of all Plumpaw.

“I was just… do you think the stars are clearer out at sunningrocks than in the camp? I’ve never been there at night before.”

Her ears pricked at the question. A smile spread over her face as her heart leapt in her chest. This was certainly better than lying in her nest and futilely trying to fall asleep. And the stars that hung over the camp were blocked by the canopies of the trees that hung overhead… But the river and the sunningrocks broke the trees and their tops apart. There would certainly be more, and who better to go see them with than her best friend?

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” she whispered.

Before she could stand up, the tom touched his nose to her shoulder. “It’s okay, you can go back to sleep if you want. It can wait till morning.”

She purred softly. “The stars won’t wait, though. Let’s go see them.”

With that she stood, careful not to step on Yewpaw who was dozing  nearby. Mottlepaw quickly groomed out the few pieces of moss that clung to her dark fur before padding around nests and sleeping apprentices to the entrance of the den. She crouched before peeking around the brambles to see if the way was clear, flicking her tail for Plumpaw to join her.


NOTES;

skyy and her socks with Plumpaw
Wasn't sure if they'd be allowed out, or if the cats guarding camp would try to stop them. or maybe the guards are asleep or something? xD

Ask yourself now where would you be without
Days like this
When you finally collide with the motions you can't resist


It wasn’t long before Plumpaw was crouching alongside her. She spotted the camp guard around the same time he did, the warrior’s bright fur plainly visible in the moonlight as they kept watch over the entrance. Mottlepaw chewed on the inside of her cheek as she thought if there was another way out of the camp.

A gentle touch at her shoulder made her turn towards Plumpaw. Her hazel gaze met his amber one, and she watched carefully as he mouthed words to her. “There’s a gap in the wall out the back, we’re still small enough to fit through.”

Her eyes lit up at the idea, and she nodded to him. It was perfect. They had a way out of camp- and a way back in, too; she doubted anyone would miss them in the middle of the night. And knowing Chipmunktooth, Mottlepaw could guess that she wasn’t going to have any early morning training sessions. Everything was setting itself up for a perfect outing. The she-cat wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else but the white and ginger tom.

Plumpaw set off first, the moonlight dancing off of his pelt as he led the way across camp silently. Mottlepaw paused before following him- partially and pleasantly mesmerized by his pelt in the light, partially to check to make sure the guard still wasn’t looking their way. She followed her fellow apprentice’s path with fluid motions, her pawsteps silent on the sandy ground as she slinked along. It only took her a few seconds to catch up to him.

It didn’t take her long to spot the gap in the thorny wall he had referred to. Almost instinctively she took her place as the lead again, padding forward carefully, sizing up the hole. He was right, they’d fit through easily enough. With a flick of her tail, Mottlepaw crouched again to squeeze between the brambles. The thorns brushed at her thin pelt, but only just; enough to make her wary but not enough to leave any marks.

After she was through, the she-cat bounded off a few steps, before turning to eagerly wait for her companion. The trees still hid many of the stars from view, but Mottlepaw knew they wouldn't once she and Plumpaw reached their destination.


NOTES;

skyy and her socks with Plumpaw
<3 ~ these two are too adorable I can't even

Ask yourself now where would you be without
Days like this
When you finally collide with the motions you can't resist


She watched as Plumpaw followed her lead, crawling through the intertwined and thorny brambles, and emerging unscathed. He grinned at her, a smile not unlike her own, and bounded forward to bump shoulders, which she leaned into. His nose pressing against her cheek and a prickling warmth blossomed and lingered there when he pulled away. The apprentice found herself smiling, not her usual cheery grin, but a softer, perhaps shier smile.

Excitement and moonlight glimmered in her hazel eyes as she took the lead from Plumpaw, easily gliding silently past him with long and careful strides, beckoning to him with a flick of her tail. Her last action was redundant in a way. She knew he’d follow her; it was one of the reasons she was so at ease despite being outside camp in the dead of night. It was hard not to feel like a warrior so late in their apprenticeship; it was hard not to feel invincible with Plumpaw by her side. Perhaps it was a shred of kit-like nativity or a bout of overconfidence, but there was nothing in her mind that could cause her any worry. Even as her paws carried her forward in a bounding run, not quite a sprint, and rays of moonlight reflected off of the shrubs and ferns below, nothing disturbed the sense of peace she felt out here.

“Thank you, Mottlepaw.”

She slowed a bit, ears pricking as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. His words seemed to carry more weight than normal, she noticed. Perhaps it was just the moonlight.

“Thank me? Thank you. This was your idea,” she purred softly in reply, turning back and nimbly leaping over a gnarled tree root that breached the ground. She could see a break in the trees in the distance now.

"Nearly there," Mottlepaw said in a hushed voice, slowing again to a walk, letting herself fall back to walk alongside her companion until her pelt brushed against his. Something akin to contentedness hummed in her chest. "We'll see them together. At the same time."  


NOTES;

skyy and her socks with Plumpaw
late but here it is~!