With sunset bleeding into darkness at horizon's rim it was only sensible that most kittens around were heading to bed, being shuffled to their nests by queens who were both tired and quick to get a half-hour of alone time before they themselves collapsed from exhaustion. Some kits were snuggled in their nest, other evading capture as weary mothers searched and called for the hellions of their litter, while other litters were being lulled by stories or old songs that had been kept alive in the same way for generations. It was the general ruckus right before the quiet of night, the dark like an anesthesia for the little bubble of the nursery. Outside the den there would be further on-goings for an hour or so - the adult world continued on much longer, responsibilities and late-night gossip to settle nerves after a long day of hunting and patrolling - but in the carefree innocence of the nursery in was time to sleep.

Unfortunately, it was for that reason that Mindlesskit, much like Illustriouskit, was still awake. Being adopted in by the clan leader was more often a blessing, but at times like this stood as an inconvenience. The hours their mother had to keep as the head authority were longer, and as a result Mindlesskit had gotten use to the typical long hours, not content to go to bed until everyone had settled in together. Still, he was no less drowsy, and as an attempt to keep himself awake he sat leaning against one of the nursery walls, peering out at the darkness dyeing the sky a purplish hue, as if the blue had been bruised in the war against the dying light.

Half-awake and on the verge of falling asleep right were he was, Mindlesskit was completely unaware of his sister looking for someone to bother so nearby.