Post by ☀ k a l i on Apr 5, 2019 7:01:42 GMT
Briarsong awoke with a jolt, a paw splayed out in front of her, ears perked, and green eyes in slits. Whatever nightmare had startled her awake was gone from her memory now, taking with it any hopes of her getting back to sleep. The petite she-cat let out a soft sigh, rolling over in her bed of moss in irritation. She had been a restless sleeper her entire life, but felt like it’d been getting increasingly difficult to get to sleep or stay asleep in the past few moons. Head resting on her paws, she wondered if it might be smart to pay a visit to the clan’s medicine cat. They could probably toss a seed or herb her way, right?
Briarsong surveyed the warrior’s den. Every other cat was sound asleep, undisturbed by her slight tossing and turning. Every cat but one that is. A bed of tussled moss lay empty in the far corner. That’s weird. Briarsong glanced at the den opening again, the lack of sunlight confirming her original feeling. Right before dawn, usually about the time she woke up these days. Who would be awake this early?
Regardless, she’d better get her lazy tail out of bed. If she spent any more time lying around her paws might explode out from under her. What kind of silly cat is unable to stay asleep because sleep is too confining??? This cat it seemed. Briarsong suppressed another grumble as she rose, stretching her hind legs and shaking the kinks out from her tail as she padded into the camp. Not a soul in sight. As she thought. Except off to her right side, looking quite comfortable nestled into some grass, was Duskypetal. Ah, that was the inhabitant of the empty nest.
Briarsong approached him quietly, head cocked in amusement. What in the world was he doing, sound asleep outside the warrior’s den? He looked peaceful, almost like he was smiling at a pleasant dream where he was ripping into a juicy rabbit or sunbathing at the bank of a gentle river. “You lucky dolt.” Briarsong muttered aloud, still studying his sleeping face. “This is my dream and you’re just out here living it.” She added, tail flicking in irritation, more at herself and her bad sleeping habits than the innocent unsuspecting tom. Just a second too late, as it was happening, Briarsong realized it. In slow motion, the slowest of slow motions, the tip of her fluffy tabby tail, her cursed fluffy tail, brushed right by Duskypetal’s delicate nose.
And just like that, he awoke with a violent sneeze.
Starclan, can’t you cut a sleep deprived she-cat a break?!
[Broadwaykat ]
Briarsong surveyed the warrior’s den. Every other cat was sound asleep, undisturbed by her slight tossing and turning. Every cat but one that is. A bed of tussled moss lay empty in the far corner. That’s weird. Briarsong glanced at the den opening again, the lack of sunlight confirming her original feeling. Right before dawn, usually about the time she woke up these days. Who would be awake this early?
Regardless, she’d better get her lazy tail out of bed. If she spent any more time lying around her paws might explode out from under her. What kind of silly cat is unable to stay asleep because sleep is too confining??? This cat it seemed. Briarsong suppressed another grumble as she rose, stretching her hind legs and shaking the kinks out from her tail as she padded into the camp. Not a soul in sight. As she thought. Except off to her right side, looking quite comfortable nestled into some grass, was Duskypetal. Ah, that was the inhabitant of the empty nest.
Briarsong approached him quietly, head cocked in amusement. What in the world was he doing, sound asleep outside the warrior’s den? He looked peaceful, almost like he was smiling at a pleasant dream where he was ripping into a juicy rabbit or sunbathing at the bank of a gentle river. “You lucky dolt.” Briarsong muttered aloud, still studying his sleeping face. “This is my dream and you’re just out here living it.” She added, tail flicking in irritation, more at herself and her bad sleeping habits than the innocent unsuspecting tom. Just a second too late, as it was happening, Briarsong realized it. In slow motion, the slowest of slow motions, the tip of her fluffy tabby tail, her cursed fluffy tail, brushed right by Duskypetal’s delicate nose.
And just like that, he awoke with a violent sneeze.
Starclan, can’t you cut a sleep deprived she-cat a break?!
[Broadwaykat ]