˜”*°•.˜”*°• DeerClaw•°*”˜.•°*”˜
˜”*°•.˜”*°• Tom|70 moons old|ShadowClan Apprentice|Silver Tongue Tier 1 - not active •°*”˜.•°*”˜
*•.¸♡ "A smile always brightens my day! As goes for the blood on my paws..." ♡¸.•*
▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █DeerClaw sat near the nursery but not close enough to look in, his eyes though were focused on the sky, for once, the snarky tom looked...sad, his amber eyes reflecting an unknown past. he felt his body shudder as he took in a shaky swallow before sitting up and scratching his ear. he then padded towards a shaded area and curled up, his tail swaying in silent pain. he missed his mother. "love you...mama..." he whispered to himself as he closed his eyes. █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁
Whatever he'd been munching on is...gone? Or perhaps just no longer entertaining, because his focus soon drifts and—snags. Deerclaw's over there and something in his manner doesn't look so great. Is he sick?
Mosquitopaw's up on his feet in an instant, creeping cautiously to sit closer to the older tom. Soon enough he's acting on one of his oldest bad habits by sitting there and just staring, but he fixes himself promptly with a short clearing of the throat.
"D—, uh, Deerclaw you look. Bad." He pauses, thin tail coiling up nervously and flicking out flat again. "Imean. A..re you sick, or. Or uhm. Areyougood?"
˜”*°•.˜”*°• DeerClaw•°*”˜.•°*”˜
˜”*°•.˜”*°• Tom|70 moons old|ShadowClan Apprentice|Silver Tongue Tier 1 - not active •°*”˜.•°*”˜
*•.¸♡ "A smile always brightens my day! As goes for the blood on my paws..." ♡¸.•*
▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █his eyes were closed yet his ear twitched at the disturbance in the air, his amber eyes then slowly opened as he eyed the apprentice and sighed heavily. "I am fine" he grumbled, his body shuddering with a rough cough. oh dear...that wouldn't do. "just tired." he meowed softly as he turned on his side to not look at the apprentice. he wasn't sick...no he wasn't...just...a little bit of raspy lungs. maybe his age was catching up to him. that wouldn't do. █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁
Chill air flowed through the clearing, the frigidity almost palpable. The cold was relentless, and there was no respite to be found, given how the grey clouds seemed to multiply along the dark sky and any areas uncovered by them were protected behind trees. It was a very blue scene, if you considered the weather, accounted for the general mood, and took into account the very twilight time of day that allowed only a few objects the privilege of a muffled glow and left everything else shrouded in a secret, quiet kind of darkness.
The apprentice found himself unable to sleep tonight and stared up at the heavens, where the moon would have been had it not been obscured by the dense foliage that typically served to provide shelter from the elements. Still, peeks of sky showed sparsely between the leaves, and Basspaw took the break from daily busy events to stare at the stars and offer some admiration. It felt like ice cut into his chest as he took a deep breath, but the apprentice, not one to complain, simply let himself appreciate the feeling of being so present. It was a comfortable kind of uncomfortability.
He lay there for a long time, unmoving, occasionally closing his eyes and letting an overwhelming sense of peace wash over him. These were the experiences you lived for.
— OPEN
Doeflame
Doeflame wasn't one to be awake in the middle of the night. She slept like a log most of the time, but tonight nature called, and she found herself rising from her nest and stumbling bleary-eyed through the clearing and to the dirtplace.
When she came back a few minutes later, she was more awake; her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and her mind was clear. As she walked across the clearing, she noticed something she hadn't seen before. An apprentice, or maybe an older kit, lying alone in the clearing.
As much as she wanted to return to the warmth of the warrior's den, curiosity overtook her, and Doeflame found herself padding up to the tom. What was his name? She racked her brains, but came up blank. She had never been the best with names, and she didn't often interact with cats his age. Okay, that was fine, she didn't need to know what he was called. "Hey," she said, voice cutting through the silence of the clearing. "Whatcha doing out here in the cold? Surely it's nicer in the apprentices' den. Or the nursery, I guess. You a kit or an apprentice?"
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