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Singingdove shifted restlessly in her nest. The feline did this for some time, before finally giving up with a heavy sigh. Pushing herself from her nest and quickly shaking her furs, she slipped from the warrior's den and into the dark camp. Glancing around, her blue eyes wondering what to do from there. Perhaps she should take a hunt..? Her lips pressed together, before deciding on the only idea she had managed. Maybe a late night hunt in the wood would tire her so that she could sleep.
The large orange tom was impossible to miss; although he was a gentle giant, one known for his kindness, he was undeniably a big boy. Back in the days before his life fell apart (repeatedly, I might add), his sister, Foxpaw, had always teased him that the whole territory shook when he walked by. There was no sneaking around for the tom, even in the dark of camp. Still, when he saw Singingdove wander out, he thought it be best to announce himself, lest she think that he was a giant shadow.
"You're up late," Howlingheart, one of the other instructors of the clan, meowed. Concern flecked in his gaze; although he was not concerned that yes, he too was up at this godforesaken hour, he was certainly concerned about his peers. What could he say, it was the former medicine cat in him. "Unable to sleep, or purposefully sneaking out in a moment of quiet?"
The grey feline turned, eyes catching Howlingheart. A slight smirk befell her lips as she let a breathy laugh escape. "The land of dreams is simply hard to reach tonight." She confirmed, then sent a joking quick glance around the camp. "Perhaps we can sneak out without anyone noticing us." There was a mischievous gleam in those blue eyes of hers. Almost as if they were apprentices again.
"What do you say? Not scared of the dark are you?"
Howlingheart wanted to say that they probably didn't need to sneak out; they were full adults and if anyone had anything to say, the tom had a ready made excuse of needing company to pick some flowers that only bloomed at night. But, that would have ruined the fun, and it had been a long time since he'd enjoyed himself. Maybe it would be good for him. So, the tom let out an amused chuckle, before nodding. "Sure," he meowed, a smile on his face. "Might as well." After all, what else would he possibly do at this time of night. "I like where your heads at," he then added with a flick of his tail.
He then let out a noise of mock offense. "Me? Afraid of the dark?" There was a certain dramatics to his performance. "Why, I've never been accused of something so offensive in my life," he continued, the mock offense not leaving his voice. A little more seriously, he added, "What do I have to be afraid of? I could fight off anything out there, or at least, I look like I could," he meowed, his whiskers twitching. Howlingheart was known for explicitly not fighting. The only time he'd fought anything was when he fought his brother to save his best friends life. "The night should be afraid of me," he then concluded, offering her a wink.
