There's no sleep [Open] in the night

[Decimah]

Tom growled, low and soft, eyes slitted to show his discomfort. It was dark, and it was cold. He didn't want to be smushed against the entrance to the warriors den. But, he couldn't sleep and soon was going to get more that just complaints about his "thrashing about". Not that Wolfstep wouldn't shoot some insults right back, he wasn't in the mood for exchanging insults. He wanted sleep. but it just wouldn't come.

He never dreampt, so there were no nightmares to worry about, he'd never been through anything truamatic, and in fact, thought himself better off now that he had no contact with any of his relations. They just held a cat back. No, it was the fact that he had to surrender his mind completely and utterly, and basically in his mind, became a defenseless lump. Like a queen, who won't leave the nest after her kits have grown, and never learned to fight. It both angered him, for the fact that he was tired a vast majority of the time, and the fact that he had admitted to being unable to do something as trivial as sleep.

So, now here he was, figure smashed as close to the warriors den entrance without disturbing anyone inside, but also not out of the den, and in the direct line of the frosty winds. For once he was glad of his long coat.

[hawktail]

A set of eyes flitted open. A soft growl had just rumbled through the den, but it was of irritation. The eyes opened to their fullest, taking on almost the shapes of perfect circles. The yellow irises caught the moonlight of the faint moon and glowed, the black pupils like blotches of ink. The eyes scanned the den, but no one seemed to be awake. Did I just hear things? It wouldn't be the first time, now would it? the tomcat mused in his thoughts. It wasn't something to joke about, but for some reason it was funny. The dark voice that spoke in the back of his head was a chilling feeling. It had been silent for the past few days, but that would never mean that it was gone.

Now that he had woken from his dreamless sleep, the cat couldn't sleep. Standing silently, the cat's full features were exposed. His undersized figure was covered in a golden brown pelt. Darker makings scraped through the pelt, fading from tabby stripes to swirls, and then to light flecks. He lifted his flecked paws and picked his way around each cat. I wouldn't have this problem if I was still a rogue, he cursed inwardly. The cat, formerly known as Bleak, not carried the name Bleakheart, and was a member of ShadowClan. He had been dragged in, lead by the will for power. Now, he was regretting the sleeping arrangements...

Jumping over the last cat that sat before the den, Bleakheart landed with a soft thud outside. Mouse-brain, he thought, glancing back at the cat, you're lucky to have that pelt, or you'd freeze. Looking away, the tom decided to focus his almost unblinking stare on something else. They ended up relaxing on the main entrance to the Camp. The forest beyond was completely black.
It scared Bleakheart.
Why would I...? Bleakheart couldn't explain why his heart was pounding with sheer terror. His small frame was shivering, and not just from the bitter cold air...

[Decimah]

Wolfstep had heard the minicule noises that one made when they made their way from the nest, and an ear had flickered backward to track the noise as it made its way toward him. Though head hadn't turned, and his posture hadn't relaxed, eyes followed the movements of the tom that had leapt over him. Black as night pelt blended almost completely with the surrounding darkness, and if it hadn't been for a lightly reddishbrown streaks dappling his coat, as silvery green eyes that were almost white, he would have disappeared almost completely into his backround.

Another low growl of irritation would fall from his throat, simply at having the wonder that is silence disturbed, and to top it off he was now suffering in the company of someone else, which automatically indebted the tom to letting another suffer in his company, which was dispicable. "What's Your Issue?" he was ask softly, slowly. No need to get on anyone's badside right now. Not when he was practically dead on his feet.

He took a moment, to squint at the figure before him, and digging around in his mind for a name to fit with the face... Bleak..heart. Bleakheart. It came slowly, as if not wanting to be pried from his memory, but thoughts pasted it like a nametag to the cat. Wolfstep was half considering returning inside, just to get out of the company of the other, but eventually he knew he would end up ventureing out again. There was no point really, so he would just suffer, and hope the other went away. Soon.

[hawktail]

The tabby head turned and eyes followed to a cat that had spoken to him. What was his issue? Which one? The tom had too many issues to count. His large eyes simply stared for a moment, taking in the dark cat. The name eluded him completely. But he didn't seem to be in the best of moods.

"I don't have an issue!" the tom hissed quietly. "I just can't sleep. That's all." Known for keeping to himself as a loner, Bleakheart never opened up to anyone. Opening up meant showing your weakness. Showing your weakness usually lead to getting yourself killed. Bleakheart wasn't ready to give up his ways just yet...

"And, anyways, what are you doing up? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Bleakheart turned himself fully around to face the other cat. With a twitch of annoyance, he realized that the other was bigger. I hate being so small, he cursed to himself. To his surprise, there was no comment from the voice in his head. It had remained utterly silent since he had joined the Clans. Maybe it had shut up forever...