♫-nightmares-open-♪

[soulreaperneko]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 666666; border: #663333 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we're all mad here "Cheryl!" Breakheart jolted awake, panting and sweating. He couldn't remember what he had been dreaming of, pieces of the terrifying images drifting away. He could feel bits of moss clinging to his gray fur. He must of teared his bedding to pieces. The tabby clenched his teeth, "Tch. A cat my age, having nightmares as if he's still a kit!" Yawning, he stood up, pieces of his nest dropping to the floor of the den. He stretched, not bothering to groom his fur or pick out the remaining moss. I'll clean up later. He decided. The elder sniffed around the den, searching for honey. Not the honey from the medicine supply, no he kept his own stash of honey and non-medical berries for himself. He felt a sticky liquid poke his black nose, and smiled. Breakheart lifted his head and licked the honey from his nose, then dipped his paw in it. Lifting the paw to his mouth, he licked the sweet nectar, feeling it's warmth run down his throat. He used it's stickiness to pick up a couple blueberries, he'd found them not long after arriving on the territory, when he was still young. as they had to medicinal value, he decided that they shouldn't go to waste, and took them for himself. Honey and berries, that was breakfast. He took a glance outside of the entrance, it was getting lighter outside. While he couldn't see the clouds or the color of the sky, he could see shadows and light. Though in his mind this was enough to be able to around. It didn't look like anyone was up yet, and the silence surrounding the camp proved that. Should I wake someone? He smiled at the many ways he could wake his apprentice, many of which included honey being rubbed into the poor victim's fur. "Ah, but it's so quiet. I'll let them all sleep for awhile, so the silence will last." Breakheart was talking to himself again, he usually did so. He licked the remaining mixture of berry juices and honey from his paw and laid down. "Smells like a nice day." you'll fit right in! character; breakheart word count; 354 time; 10:20 pm mood; tired other; sleepy....zzzzzz.....

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[VANESSA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #6B6B6B solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit? "Smells like a nice day." The brownish-gray she-cat, who had been standing guard in the night, was finally relieved of her duties. The moment another Clanmate woke up, night patrol was over. Still a little drunken on sleep, Quailfoot pondered on that simple statement. You don't smell the weather, Her sore honey-gold eyes closed. You look at it. And she tipped her head towards the sky. Indeed, it was lovely. Not a cloud in sight, with light blue skies and the golden sun in the East. Old cat has got fluff in his head. Of course, she didn't really mean it. The WindClan warrior decided to pay the red-eyed tom a visit, and strolled across the grassy camp towards the dip that nested the elders. "Morning, Breakheart." Her jaws opened in a yawn. She tried to avoid looking straight into his red eyes, they always sent involuntary shivers down her spine. The WindClan she-cat noticed that bits of moss scattered on the floor of the Elder's den. Maybe the tom made a fit or a nightmare. She asked, "Did you sleep well? You should have, since I was patrolling camp. All night long." It made her want to return to the life of being a rouge. The warm scent of honey and berries drifted from the tom's pelt, but Quailfoot ignored it. Maybe she was just too sleepy. And how could an elder pad over to a bee hive and steal honey? They would complain of stings endlessly.

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[soulreaperneko]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 666666; border: #663333 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] we're all mad here The sound of footsteps, a morning greeting, followed by a yawn. The older tom-cat looked up to see the silhouette of another cat. From the scent, Breakheart could tell it was a she-cat, but that was just about it. Of course she had a slightly different scent on her like the rest of her clanmates, but the one-eyed elder never bothered to remember who smelled like what. Not that his blindness affected his social(or rather nonsocial) ignorance. Even before he lost his vision he'd always had trouble differentiating between his clanmates, and names were just impossible. Wait a minute, was she saying something? "-patrolling camp. All night long." Breakheart rolled his eyes inwardly, as if he gave two mice about what this stranger did at night. The elder dipped a white paw into his honey stash, sticking the golden nectar into his mouth and suckling it like a feeding kit. After a while, the gray tabby took his paw out of his mouth and started speaking between licks. "I don't mean to be rude m'dear, but who are you again?" you'll fit right in! character; breakheart word count; 181 time; 11:27 am mood; bored other; ew, the word count really went down. oh well.

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