It's getting colder lately, and Mosquitopaw finds himself less and less willing to leave the nest. Because of the cold, he tells himself. The early chill doesn't feel worth it, and it feels as though dawn lights the sky later and later by the day, so it isn't as though he's missing much.
It's just the cold. That's all that's bothering him.
Today the excuse lasts later in the day than even Mosquitopaw feels comfortable with. By the time he's risen the apprentices' den is near-empty, and Mosquitopaw slinks like a guilty shadow out into the clearing to find something to do with himself. A little extra cleaning should make up for his laziness no problem, but even that seems like an excessive chore today. He doesn't want to clean. He wants to go back into his nest. Mosquitopaw bites his tongue in irritation. What's with this mood? Did he eat something bad? Maybe he hadn't slept well? Was it—
Whump. Tangled up in overthinking, the skinny black apprentice nose-first with someone else's side. He skitters back, eyes wide and apologetic.
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It's getting colder lately, and Mosquitopaw finds himself less and less willing to leave the nest. Because of the cold, he tells himself. The early chill doesn't feel worth it, and it feels as though dawn lights the sky later and later by the day, so it isn't as though he's missing much.
It's just the cold. That's all that's bothering him.
Today the excuse lasts later in the day than even Mosquitopaw feels comfortable with. By the time he's risen the apprentices' den is near-empty, and Mosquitopaw slinks like a guilty shadow out into the clearing to find something to do with himself. A little extra cleaning should make up for his laziness no problem, but even that seems like an excessive chore today. He doesn't want to clean. He wants to go back into his nest. Mosquitopaw bites his tongue in irritation. What's with this mood? Did he eat something bad? Maybe he hadn't slept well? Was it—
Whump. Tangled up in overthinking, the skinny black apprentice nose-first with someone else's side. He skitters back, eyes wide and apologetic.
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Darkice was on his way to the fresh-kill pile, clenching a couple of tiny amphibians in his jaw. Despite feeling somewhat triumphant for whatever dang reason, his posture was more one that showed he was exhausted than anything, despite the fact that he'd gotten a bit more sleep than usual last night; to be awoken by the early sun instead of the moon this time was a little surprising to him.
Not too far from the pile of prey, he was stopped. Something–someone, rather–had walked into his side. Though the impact wasn't anywhere near close to toppling him over, it still irritated him a bit. Darkice looked beside himself with a cold gaze, barely even turning his head, spotting a small, skinny apprentice with fur dark as his own skittering back.
"I'm fine," Darkice said in response to the young cat's quickly asked question, his answer punctuated in a nearly silent growl that he couldn't help but let out. He was feeling a bit more irritable today, perhaps there was a such thing as too much sleep for Darkice. "You...alright there?"
TOLD MY FRIENDS THAT LIFE WAS SWEET ☆ PRIVATE
