There is a stillness in the air [Tagged/Open]

[Dyzzie]

The moon hung heavy from the skylines, lighting the world up with metalic silvers and glowing lights. The air seemed alive with the night-time wild life. Owls hooted during their nightly foraging for mice and other treats. A few fireflies battled the stars for dominance in twinkling abilities. Even the freshly fallen snow seemed to sparkle with a life of it's own. Brightblossom was in awe over the beauty that the night could contain, and unfortunately she was wide awake with the awe at this time. She'd been trying repeatedly to get to sleep, but every little sound from outside the nursery had only managed to make her more alert. Which is how the lifelong queen had ended up leaving the den she'd been sanctioned to as soon as she'd graduated from an apprentice. It felt odd being a Queen in the nursery when she was neither with kits, or nursing them. but she knew it was the best place for her to be. She couldn't hunt, she couldn't fight (at least not with severe harm to her delicate psyche), but she excelled with helping the Queens with their kits, and babysitting them with the Queens needed a break. She enjoyed spending time with the youthful tykes as well.

but everyone else was currently sleeping, everyone but her it seemed. She sat quietly near the nursery, ready to run back inside if she was needed for anything at all. but for now, the female was enjoying her time to herself. She curled her furry tail around her paws to keep them warm, her thick, fluffy for doing wonders in keeping the ginger and dark grey calico warm even in the coldness of the night. The she-cat let a soft sigh out, looking around slowly. It was a lovely night truly, but she was completely wide awake. Wide awake and utterly alone. Utterly alone . . . and lonely. Shaking her head slowly, she ignored the thought, looking back up the moon as it bathed her in the luminescent silver rays, her pale yellow eyes nearly washed out to a white color, and her white pelt nearly glowing from the moonlight. It was a lovely night, and even if there was no one else around, she could still enjoy the night.

(OOC:// muse tampered off towards the end. but anyone can jump in. I just want to try and get the sweetheart a little more active.)

Stormsy -- I had this open post that has been unanswered so you can throw Jay into here if you'd like.

[Stormsy]

Jaypool let out a growl as a loud gust of wind was heard outside the Warriors' Den, accompanied by the chilly air itself. Sadly, the problems of being a newer warrior included having a nest on the outside of the cluster of cats, meaning he was freezing his tail off nearly every night of leaf-bare. Even though it was few days into new-leaf, the weather didn't seem to relent. The silver tabby sat up with a quiet, annoyed huff and washed a few stray bits of moss out of his fur before leaving the den. He flattened his ears against the cold and looked around, spotting a she-cat sitting by the Nursery. Huh, I suppose I'm not the only cat having a rough night, he thought, debating for a few heartbeats on whether or not he should go strike up a conversation. In the end, he decided why not, he was a rather social tom anyway, and company might take his mind off the bad weather.

The tabby tom coughed quietly, praying to StarClan he didn't have a cold or worse, then padded to the Nursery. "Hello," he said calmly, recognizing the cat to be Brightblossom. He had heard of her, though he wasn't quite sure from where, but had never spoken to her. She seems nice enough, he thought, settling down next to her, slightly blocking the wind from hitting the more fragile she-cat. Jaypool felt tired, though more physically than he needed to sleep, mostly because he had been out hunting all day yesterday. It didn't bother him much, honestly, and besides, he wanted to get to know this she-cat. She didn't have a mate or kits, but remained in the Nursery, and he was curious as to why.

[Dyzzie]

The Queen had glanced up the moment the tom left the warrior's den, before her attention turned back to the night, calmly looking up at the moon - watching the stars twinkle against a backdrop of galaxy - lighting up a black sky with splashes of color. Brightblossom shot the tom a friendly smile as he moved his way towards her, motioning with her tail for him to sit down, purring a faint thanks when he settled down in a spot that would black her from the wind. She had returned her gaze towards the sky as she, even as she spoke softly, "It's a lvely night, isn't it?" She asked conversationally, before her attention turned back to her new found company, smiling softly as she looked up at him slowly, "Couldn't sleep?" She asked softly and with out judgement, after all . . . how could she judge when she was in the same situation.

[Stormsy]

Jaypool let out a meow of agreement to the comment on the night. He loved the stars, and thoroughly enjoyed looking up at night to see them shining brightly despite any circumstance. They gave him a sort of hope, though he would never admit that because, according to him, they were part of 'dumb and useless feelings', as he growled to himself every time he thought of something of the likes. "Nah, it's hard to get some shut-eye when the wind is slapping your fur about and leaving frost on your pelt," he scoffed, as if the wind could hear his comment and would get offended. He was hoping that telling the wind off would make it stop, but sadly, it did not listen. "What about you? I'm assuming you are in the same sort of situation, unless it's just leaf-bare weather for me!"

[Dyzzie]

The she-cat smiled, a faint amusement glittering in her expresion as she glanced up at him, "That does sound rather difficult." She agreed with a single nod, before tilting her head at his question, and a smile touched her features, "I'm just wide awake tonight. Every little sound was making me more so than before, so I eventually just gave up and decided to enjoy the night and hope the cool air would help me sleep. If anything, I'm afraid it's only keeping more awake and alert."

[Stormsy]

"Yeah, and with how quickly our Clan seems to be growing, it just seems to get more crowded and louder. There's always a kit squirming or a cat walking to make dirt," he scoffed, though keeping his voice down as not to awaken cats by talking about how loud it got. "I'm Jaypool, by the way," the tom added.

[Dyzzie]

Brightblossom smiled faintly at the male's scoffing, glancing towards the entrance to the nursery where such kits were indeed squirming and snuggle and cuddling together in balls of fluff, "I think it's a good thing for the clan to grow . . ." She said softly, looking towards the male and tilting her head, "It means we're thriving and growing stronger as a clan. It's a good thing. Eventually those squirming kits will grow into warriors to aide in hunting and protecting." She said before adding with a smile, "And the kits are positively adorable." She purred softly before smiling softly, "I'm Brightblossom, if you didn't know that already." She said with a delicate smile, twirling her white tail closer around her paws as a gust of wind brushed past them, the Queen shivering faintly before glancing up at him, "So, if I may be so bold as to ask, what brought you my way on this evening? Just wanting company if you cannot seem to fall asleep?

[Stormsy]

Jaypool let out another huff, though this time it was one of understanding. He had always wanted kits of his own, not that he would let anyone know how cute he thought they were. He just never found the right cat that would actually stay with him, though. He shifted so he was a bit more comfortable and looked up at the stars.

"Yeah, I've seen you around and know your name, just never got the chance to speak with you before. I'm Jaypool," he meowed, speaking in a bit more of a formal tone than before. "A bit of both, I suppose. Hunger and cold makes it difficult to catch a nap, and I guess someone to talk to isn't that bad."

[Dyzzie]

The she-cat glanced towards the male with slight amusement - not entirely sure what his huff meant this time, though fairly amused he seemed intent on communicating via the huff. but she supposed each to their own, and at least they were talking so she had someone to communicate with in the first place. That was the real thing to focus on. She wasn't one to be left on her own and grow bored - not she was quite relieved for some company tonight - especially because she couldn't sleep. She laughed faintly when he'd commented seeing her around, but having never gotten the chancee to speak to her, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you officially then, Jaypool." She said, her eyes glittering with amusement before she tilted her head with a faint nod of understanding, "I'm sure many have seen me, know my name, but haven't really spoken to me . . . I'm afraid I stick rather close to the nursery to help the Queens and their kits." She explained, briefly glancing down at her paws. To be honest, even though the she-cat had been part of the clan since she'd been found and rescued by a warrior when she was barely three moons old, she sometimes couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. Especially when it came to the fact that she was in the Nursery helping out because she wasn't fit to be a warrior with her issues with hunting and fighting. but at least she was still doing some good, wasn't she. Caring for the Queens and the future warriors of the clan? She shook her head softly - clearing the thoughts from her mind before glancing at him as Jaypool explained why he'd left the den in the middle of the night. She softly nodded with a small smile, "I suppose the cold, and hunger would make it difficult to sleep." She agreed with a tiny nod, laying down on the ground with her tail curled up around herself in a make shift blanket of sorts. It was one of he few things she did miss about those first three months as a kitty-pet. The warm bedding. She smiled softly towards the male, "Company does make time pass by faster." She said with a small nod, before adding, "Hopefully we might just eventually exhaust ourselves and manage to fall asleep." Careful to keep her voice soft to not wake the Queens and kits inside the nursery.

[Stormsy]

 >> Jaypool AKA "The Huff"

The question came out before he realized it could be taken as flirting -- "Have you ever wanted your own kits?" The tom quickly sat up and his eyes widened a bit. "I, er, didn't mean to sound like I was flirting, but I was just wondering!" he quickly added, stammering. His silver pelt rippled as he flexed his claws into the ground, annoyed with his actions and not being able to keep up his cool and collected outer shell. Jaypool wrapped his tail around his paws with a shiver as another breeze rushed by, and he hoped that he was still blocking it enough to keep the she-cat beside him warmer.

[Dyzzie]

The queen tilted her head lightly to the side, startled faintly by the male's question before smiling, "It's alright, I don't mind you asking. To be honest, I'd love to have my own kits one day, but I have plenty of time to find the right Tom to be with before that happens. And I certainly wouldn't want kits during Leafbare - or even Newleaf." The Queen stated, before lightly bumping her muzzle against his shoulder in play, "And don't ever be afraid to ask me anything. I don't get to talk to actual adult cats, sadly; what with being around kittens so much . . . . so it's always a pleasure to be able to talk to others." She said with a small smile before glancing up at him when he shivered. She shifted gently, laying down so their sides touch, sharing bodyheat with him in an attempt to show thanks for him both standing in the way of the breeze, and being willing to sit with her and talk. "What about you, Jaypool. Do you ever think about having your own kits?" She asked, before adding in a teasing tone, "Not that I'm flirting . . . or anything." smiling and lightly bumping her shoulder against his.

[Stormsy]

Jaypool nodded in understanding, a small smile at his lips. "Heh, you mean kits don't hold up interesting conversations?" he joked, nudging her slightly. He was about to reply to the question when the queen poked another joke at him. "Hey, don't be a jerk, or I'll have to fight you!" the gray tabby snarled playfully, baring his teeth for effect. "but, really, I would like kits. I nearly had a mate once, then we just kind of, I don't know, faded out. I'm over it now, though," he grumbled the last part with a roll of his eyes. Jaypool wondered if he would ever find someone that was perfect for him. Someone who was cute, nice, funny... someone like Brightblossom. No, mousebrain, you can't think like that.

[Dyzzie]

The she-cat softly laughed, her eyes twinkling slightly, "Oh, they hold the must interesting conversations!" She said with a smile, "Though, they tend to ask questions, and it's up to you to come up with the interesting part." She admitted with a small smile, "Usually about why the sky is blue. Why the trees are green. And my favorite 'How do we know green is really green. What if it's blue and we've been calling it by the wrong name."

She smiled as he playfully snarled, teeth bared, declaring she not be a jerk or he'd have to fight her. "I give, I give. I'll be nice!" She teased, with a smile, "I'm not the fighting type. At all." She added, with a delicate shrug of her furry shoulders before she laid down again and looked up at him, explaining that he did want kits, and early had a mate too. She frowned gently, shifting to lick his paw gently, her tail wrapping around herself, "It's hard, I suppose . . . finding that special someone you know you're meant to be with . . . . There's always so many complications. So many ways it could go wrong. Especially with in the clans. You do one thing wrong, and you can be outted so severly for it . . . ." Like being born Kitty-Pet, especially when it was the Kitty-Pet blood in her that was likely the reason she was so delicate and couldn't fight, nor hunt for herself.

She shook the thought away, before rolling onto her back and playfully pawing at his face, keeping her claws sheathed, "but enough of sad thoughts, and sad talk. I don't know about you - but I'm looking forward to the flowers blooming." She declared with a playful laugh.

[Stormsy]

"Heh, once a kit came up to me and said, "What if your legs didn't know they were legs?" and I replied, "Maybe we are legs," and I think that kit had a nice think-through of that situation. Granted, this happened when I was an apprentice." Jaypool meowed, a small smile on his face. No matter how much of a tough, jerk kind of outer shell he put on, kits were one of his favorite things in the world -- not that he would go around yowling that to the sky.

"Hm, not the fighting type, eh? Guess I gotta be your warrior, then!" the tabby purred, remembering to keep his voice down so he didn't wake up all the cats in the camp -- if they were alone, he would have crowed it out pridefully. "Yeah, blood is taken seriously here," he said, flattening his ears a bit. As an apprentice, he was always teased for having a kittypet father, then a mother who left to be a kittypet as well. That was where his funny, sarcastic side came out, in an attempt to make everyone forget his origins. It was also why he tried so hard to gain his battle skills, which, luckily, had gone successfully. You claw a cat's ear once, no one messes with you unless they have a death wish. "It seems more intense here than anywhere else...I'm not sure why, because over half the Clan isn't pureblood, or whatever they call it these days!"

Jaypool smiled, glad she wanted to get off the topic as well. "I can't wait for the day I can go on a border patrol and come back without snow clinging to my pelt! It's hard to remember when I wasn't cold, but there's no doubt I'll be complaining about the heat in days to come," the tom laughed, twitching his tail in amusement.

[Dyzzie]

The she-cat giggled softly, shaking her head, "I imagine that kit was most likely NOT expecting that sort of answer." She said with a small smile, "but their questions are always so interesting." She added with a tiny smile, before tilting her head to the side when he mentioned being her warrior. She laughed slightly, "Not at all the fighting type. I can't stand the thought of hurting any cat - no matter the situation." She hesitated briefly, brushing her tail around her paws, "It's why I stay in the Nursery to help the Queens. I can't hunt because I hate having to kill prey. And I can't fight with out hesitating about hurting someone . . ." She admitted, her ears turning down slightly. "It's unpleasant to me . . . . to know I was causing pain to anything, cat or otherwise."

She sighed with a tiny nod, "Blood is taken entirely to seriously. It's unfortunate too. Not all cats are bad just because they aren't what you expect, or aren't of the blood of the clan." She said before shaking her head, and looking up at him, "You seem . . . . bitter about blood. May I ask why?" She asked hesitantly, looking up at him slowly.

She smiled, nodding in agreement to the delight she'd taken not having to deal with the cold, "I greatly look forward to not having to deal with any kind of snow or cold." She giggled gently, slowly shaking her head, "I could never complain about the heat. Any tme I start to feel uncomfortable, I can just go and cool off in the nursery." She teased, before looking up at him, "What's your favorite thing about NewLeaf?"