Nightpaw ended up returning to the den, but Frostpaw froze for a second after she spoke. He forced his legs to start working again before responding with a quiet, "Thank you." No cat had ever told him goodnight before. Now that he was thinking about it, it made him feel silly. Goodnight was a perfectly normal parting word. It was just him that never parted with it.
The white apprentice maneuvered his way through the crowed den and sat down on his nest. He made sure to face the wall before lying down. Covering his face with his tail, the young tom didn't bother to close his eyes, instead keeping them in a drowzy, half-open position. If sleep would be so nice as to come to him early, then it would, but he didn't need a replay of memories while he waited.
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Estelle