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There was something unsettling about a den with little occupants, something that prickled along Silverkit's fur and had it raising in patches of unease. His yellow eyes scanned the dark inside of the nursery and then peeked towards the outside, into camp where the moons light was weak and snow had freshly fallen. The sun showed no sign of rising yet and he wouldn't move from his silent spot of watch to take a look towards the sky outside. The risk of waking Ravensara or his siblings was to great to warrant it. Eyes flickering along the sleeping occupants of the den once more he shifted ever so softly on his feet to lean further back along the darkest shadows of the nursery wall.
He wondered if he should start counting, having been told numerous times to count when he couldn't sleep. Perhaps the opposite applied and if he started counting then the sun might come faster. The faster the day fell upon them the quicker he could escape the dark lingering nature of his own headspace. The easier it would be to awaken his siblings and rouse them into a busy day of play that would work well to distract him from his own internal struggles. But as he started counting, casting another longing look outside the den Silverkit suspected it was going to be a long night.
When the first hints of light entered the camp and caught Silverkit's eye he stood, stiff muscles roaring in protest after a long night of stillness. But these twinges of pain and discomfort were not enough to stop Silverkit, eager as he was to move. Wobbly steps bringing him from his place of watch along the edges of the den and into the center of it once more. Carrying him to his long abandoned nest of moss that often sat empty most nights. An eager but earnest grin settled upon his features as he hummed with excited energy. The day always bringing a new warmth to his character that he always worried he would loose during the cold of his nights.
His eyes eagerly flickered from occupant to occupant of the den, waiting to see whoever would wake first. Barley restraining himself from yelling out a cheery good morning and simply waking them all up. But no, he would wait.
circle It was currently Frigidpaw's task to clean the nursery. And he couldn't get out of it no matter how much he complained. A little miffed at having to perform the task, he'd taken his time after being on the morning patrol before heading this way. Now, dragging new moss and bedding materials into the den, the orange and white tom glanced around.
Corpsekit had risen with the sun, as she'd done every day since they'd arrived and for as long back as she could remember. She'd placed her nest to where the sun's light would shine upon her once day broke, thus awaking her with his brightness and warmth. Stretching, she spotted her sibling already awake, then heard the grumblings of a cat entering the den.
Silverkit felt his sisters eyes on him and perked up immediately, though dimmed a bit after he remembered how neurotic his sister was. But still, he had been beside her this long he liked to think he was getting better at navigating her... quirks. Pushing to his paws he took a few bouncing steps forward, mouth open to start chattering a mile a minute. Before the entrance of another cat had him pausing and turning his head to the interloper. Though perhaps that was to harsh a word for the grumpy apprentice that was obviously tasked with tidying up the nursery. Still, Silverkit suddenly felt a lot less assured about striking up conversation with his sister. With a newcomer that neither of them was familiar with around to overhear them. So his pace slowed to a walk and he ended up settling himself next to Corpsekit without a word.
Watching the apprentice for only a moment before he broke, "do you need help?" He wanted to curse himself a moment later, as the young kit didn't want to help really. His own awkward sense of duty for this clan that had taken them in was what had made him offer.
