Icy Nights

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Nightpaw

6 Moons | He/Him | No purrks

ShadowClan Apprentice

[8/100]

Somehow Nightpaw wasn’t getting tired yet, even though it was starting to get darker now. Surely his perfect sleep schedule couldn’t be failing…right? He could swear he was supposed to be tired by now. Of course Nightpaw didn’t have the greatest understanding of seasons yet. He was born in newleaf, most of his life so far had been in greenleaf, now it was the beginning of leaf-fall and it was getting darker a little bit sooner. Nightpaw decided he'd have to figure out some way of tiring himself out before dark, sure if he was always asleep by then, then the Clan would never know the true reason he avoided the dark like it was greencough.

Well, he had to find something to do at least. Sometimes he would just walk around camp aimlessly when he had nothing else to do. It was boring, yes, but it was better than hearing some cat's life story and feeling sorry for asking in the first place. Generally Nightpaw would avoid the sorts of cats who would speak constantly — maniacs as he called them. Not that he actually knew many of these hyper-talkative cats, but Nightpaw was quite quick to judge sometimes. So, like he did sometimes when he was bored, Nightpaw went on a little walk around camp.

Walking past the nursery, he spotted a kit with almost entirely white fur, Icekit he was pretty sure her name was. She seemed quiet, and Nightpaw had definitely seen her before whenever he would walk past. Well, he'd walked around a hundred times, wasn’t as if there'd be anything different this time. So Nightpaw decided to abandon his plans and made his way over to the nursery, he hadn’t really seen Icekit talking to any other cats, maybe she was lonely? Or maybe she just enjoyed her own company? He couldn’t fault that at all, sometimes he was the same, but it was nice to have somecat to talk to once in a while.

"Hey, Icekit, isn't it?" He meowed in a hushed voice only slightly above a whisper, almost as if he was telling some kind of secret, when in reality he just didn’t feel the need to be very loud. That would do for now anyway.


@Starphobia (Sorry this took so long! I should be a bit quicker from now on though!)

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Icekit
White she-kit with very pale, barely visible bengal spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 2 Moons | ShadowClan Kit | Selectively Mute
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As Icekit was, yet again, staring into StarClan knows what, like she always does, she spotted an older cat from the corner of her eye. She didn't bother turning to face them. She saw cats everyday. Nothing could be any more special about this one. Cats came and went. That's how the Clan worked. Or at least, the Nursery. She didn't know how the rest of the Clan worked. She wished she did, though. When could she finally see what was beyond these tight walls?
She was quickly brought out of her thoughts as soon as she heard a voice. She heard voices everyday, of course, but this one was more... Closer. Almost as if it was directed to her.

Icekit? Yeah, that was her.
Whatever this cat was saying, it was most definitely directed towards her.

Icekit forced herself to turn and face the strange cat, pale green eyes looking directly into theirs. She blinked several times, waiting for the other to say something else. When they didn't she figured it was better to just answer the question she'd been asked. It was rude to not answer questions when it was directed to her, was it not?
But then again, she'd ignored a lot of other kits and even queens. Surely this younger cat shouldn't be a big deal to ignore?
But still, Icekit felt the need to answer.
Not in words of course.

Icekit nodded slowly, her eyes travelling behind the apprentice, the the trees beyond, back to his face, to his tail, his paws, and back up his face, and blinked again. She didn't know why she expected an answer from him. A lot of kits would just give up on trying to talk to her when she wouldn't say anything back, not that she minded. This cat didn't look as old as the other queens in the nursery. Maybe he was like that. Who knows?

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Nightpaw

6 Moons | He/Him | No purrks

ShadowClan Apprentice

[9/100]

At first, Nightpaw thought he'd somehow annoyed Icekit when she looked back at him without saying anything, but then she started to slowly nod. Before saying anything further, Nightpaw sat down. He glanced around at the nursery, having only recently been apprenticed himself and made it out of here. It certainly did bring back memories, ones of boredom and discontent. Sometimes the occasional story would pique his interest, but the majority of the time it was just boring. Having lots of friends certainly would’ve made the time pass quicker, but Nightpaw never really had many since he was so selective about which cats to hang out with, so a lot of the time he was just bored. He wondered if Icekit ever felt the same way, sure there was only so much a kit could do in here. Oh! That’s right! He forgot to introduce himself!

"I'm Nightpaw by the way." He again just about whispered. One of these days someone would surely shout at him for being so secretive even within his own clan. Until that day though, he really didn't care one bit. "I saw you sitting alone here, and I thought maybe…maybe you'd like a bit of company?" Truth be told, he was looking for company, sure he liked being alone sometimes, but on occasion he did start feeling a little bit lonely.

@Starphobia

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Icekit
White she-kit with very pale, barely visible bengal spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 2 Moons | ShadowClan Kit | Selectively Mute
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Nightpaw. This older cat was Nightpaw. And he came because...?
Right. He mentioned it. To give her company.
Company?
What exactly did that mean?
Icekit studied the apprentice's face just to see if he was joking, or anything, just in case. But he seemed sincere. Maybe kits in the nursery grow up and mature. Maybe this particular cat was one of those who did mature. This was reassuring, at best. Maybe one day these loud and obnoxious kittens would grow up and be someone like this apprentice.

Icekit reached over and patted the apprentice's paw with hers softly, and looked up and met cat's eyes again. She tilted her head to the side slightly. Would he say something? She pulled away, now looking at Nightpaw directly in the eyes, like what she'd done previously.

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