It was only on certain nights that the nightmares took over Sweetkit's dreams, and it happened rarely enough that the small she-cat still had no idea how to deal with them. She could ask her siblings, they seemed to understand the nightmares well enough, but it seemed like there was an unspoken rule about talking about their past, and she didn't want to be the first to break it. So, instead, she found herself outside most of the time, watching the sunrise to hopefully clear her mind. It worked for the most part, pushing the vivid memories into the whispers of her mind, but she could feel the hidden scars on her skin burn, refusing to let her forget. So, when another kit had left the nursery, she had immediately assumed that her being up had something to do with it. Even still, her paws moved on her own as she followed him, unable to stop herself from reaching out to another soul.

"G-good morning!" she called, then cringed. Why had she stuttered? She tried to paste a bright smile onto her face, hoping that Wildkit wouldn't notice her fumble. She could probably just chalk it up to the cold, she figured.

At first, Sweetkit raised a brow at being called 'kit' by another kit, but then the expression only got more ridiculous as Wildkit continued with his questions, leaving her unsure if he even wanted an answer to his first one. She took a moment, going through the quickly asked questions, then slowly said, "I... couldn't sleep? Sure? I don't know how to climb though, so I hope it doesn't fly too high." Her eyes followed the hyperactive kit the entire time she spoke, distracting her to the point that she forgot what she said immediately after saying it. "Did I say I don't know how to climb already?" she asked, doubting herself, "because if not, I don't."

Oh, so she did already say that, huh? Sweetkit flushed, suddenly more self-conscious than normal, which only doubled in intensity when Wildkit actually seemed to care enough to ask about why it was that she couldn't sleep. The small she-cat avoided his gaze, looking anywhere and everywhere except for at the kit in front of her. She shouldn't worry him, he probably had enough to deal with. Still, it was rude to ignore his question, so maybe she should give him a bit of truth. So, she sat down and did her best to look him in the eyes. "I, uh, I had a bad dream. It happens sometimes, but it's really nothing to worry about. What about you? You're up early, too." Please, please don't ask about what the dream was about. She wasn't sure that she could lie about it.

Sweetkit swore she felt her heart skip a beat or two when he started asking the dreaded question, but relief soon flooded over her when he changed the subject. It wasn't really that she didn't trust him, she was just afraid to mention anything about her past to anyone. She tilted her head to the side, listening to Wildkit ramble about sleep and watching his movements with curiosity. "I think I heard something about a type of fish that shuts down half its brain at a time to sleep, so that it can keep swimming and doing things without having to worry about stopping to sleep," she commented, though the name of the fish completely escaped her. Was it even a certain type of fish, or fish in general? She was unsure.