[Kitty Mama]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Even though it was it was a nice clear day. The sun high, the birds singing afternoon songs, Grizzlyprint stalked into the warriors' setting. He wasn't tired...well, maybe a little bit. Yeah, he had been a little tired. He offered to go on patrol, he offered to hunt. So, what else were there to do? It was already strange enough to have two clans combined. He wasn't in his natural home. Everything was foreign to him in...Riverclan. This smelly, disturbing place. He knew Russetstar pitied them for what happened to their home, and to make things worse - Halestar left out the blue. She just left her clan hanging. What type of leader did such a thing? Grizzlyprint was dead tired. He felt his weight on his paws. The unkempt tom flicked his tail, searching around for a random nest. A cat shouldn't mind him borrowing it for a nap, right? Of course not! These riverclan felines were friendly. To him, at least. To be honest if he had seen a reflection of himself, he would realize why they were so friendly. The ragged tom literally took the appearance of a wild bear. Ragged fur that seemed to never be clean, and his rough facial expressions alone scared most cats into not wanting him as company.

Grizzlyprint began padding once again, picking up his heavy paws as he found the perfect spot to rest. He didn't bother to make eye contact with anyone else. If he did...that meant conversation. Frankly, the tom wished to nap. Only for a few moments before he decide what to do when he awoke. Which, was the part he was dreading. He didn't want to wake up and decide anything. See, Grizzlyprint was indecisive - about the tiniest things. He figured if he slept the entire day away, then he wouldn't have to worry about any other orders to carry out. Though...that wouldn't be very good either. Then, he would be awake the entire night. Maybe, he would be set on night patrol. Urgh! Here he was overthinking again...all, he needed was sleep. So, he plopped himself down on the nest, curled into a ball, and began to sleep quietly.

@cherry

Nearby to Grizzlyprint was a younger warrior, full of (nervous) energy and youth… even in his sleep. Stagskip had wandered into the warriors’ den in hopes of getting some rest before sundown was upon them, assuming he ought to try his luck at hunting for the Clan while they were forcibly taking shelter with RiverClan. Stagskip had mixed feelings about them and the rest of the sticky situation they were in, and so far he’d decided that he would rather go back to ShadowClan’s land when the opportunity became available. Honestly, with all of this going on, he wasn’t sure he could blame Halestar for leaving due to the stress of leadership - despite his understanding, he still felt resentful since it wasn’t as if all of them could just leave. They weren’t cowards who would ditch their loyalties at the drop of a mouse tail. Because of the state their Clan was in, with a new leader and in a territory they didn’t belong, Stagskip hadn’t been able to sleep very well. He was kept up by insomnia and bad dreams, which gave the young warrior no choice but to try to get rest whenever possible. At this time of day, he didn’t think he would have anyone to disturb and was fast asleep in a makeshift nest, not being brave enough to take one of the RiverClan cats’.

The nightmares continued to plague him, however. He could imagine himself running through a RiverClan-esque territory, monsters - foxes, dogs, badgers - chasing him back to where he belonged and so desperately wished to be. He could feel the heat of their breath on his hind legs, growing closer and ready to snap at him with their ferocious, bone-breaking jaws. Terrified, Stagskip tried to make a dash from them and save his pelt; however, outside of his dream, all he was doing was wildly squirming and thrashing within the nest. His paws were colliding with something rough albeit squishy, and the foreign sensation startled him out of the dream. Blinking to clear his blurred vision away, he was met with the sight of Grizzlyprint and swore his heart jumped into his throat, and he realized this was it. This was how he was going to die - not by foxes or badgers or dogs, but this huge bear of a tom. ”I’m so sorry!” Stagskip squeaked, embarrassed and fairly terrified. Shuffling to his feet faster than ever, he put some distance between them, chest still heaving with the remnants of the bad dreams and sudden horror. ”I ..disturbed you, didn’t I? Oh StarClan, oh StarClan..” He wasn’t usually skittish like this, but Grizzlyprint didn’t seem like the cat to mess with, intentional or not. ”I should just.. Uh, let myself out of the warriors’ den,” he began to back up, “sorry again for disturbing-” before he could finish, he unknowingly backed into another nest and basically fell into it, becoming startled as his fur puffed wildly.