Post by :-Misa-: on Jul 12, 2015 16:03:06 GMT -5
Falcon
The sky seemed almost moonless tonight, there was barely more then a sliver present, but there lay stars aplenty making up for its lack, lighting up the sky above. It beautiful- each twinkling body sitting way above, each an ancestor looking down on those who looked up at them.
Snores and Z's came from every which way within the camp, surely a similar scene in each of the clans at this time. No one was really out with the exception of the late night guard and a few stragglers like himself; it was for that exact reason that Jaggedbreeze found himself in the middle of the camp, staring up at the sky. He'd given up in his futile attempts of sleep, since every time he closed his eyes he heard the straggled, blood curdling cries of his enemies and allies. The great battle still haunted him. It was on that day that he'd nearly lost his life, but that wasn't what haunted him the most.
His worst memory was of being in the Medicine Cat's Den (he assumed) in a nearly comatose state, with his hearing still in tact. He had heard his brother's cries of desperation for Nightpoppy to save his life. Never before had he heard the tom sound so... broken.
"Hey, why are you still up?"
A groggy voice caused the spotted tom to roll over onto his stomach and sit up, "Couldn't sleep." The two exchanged a simultaneous "nightmares", one being in the form of a question and the other in a statement before sharing a look of understanding.
"Don't stay up too late, alright bro. I have a fun joint training session planned out for tomorrow that I'll need you and Thistlepaw to join in with if you're up for it."
With a small smile on his face Jaggedbreeze meowed, "Wouldn't miss it," before Sharpfire turned around flicking his trail and shouldering his way back into the warriors den leaving him once again in his own peace of mind.
The sky seemed almost moonless tonight, there was barely more then a sliver present, but there lay stars aplenty making up for its lack, lighting up the sky above. It beautiful- each twinkling body sitting way above, each an ancestor looking down on those who looked up at them.
Snores and Z's came from every which way within the camp, surely a similar scene in each of the clans at this time. No one was really out with the exception of the late night guard and a few stragglers like himself; it was for that exact reason that Jaggedbreeze found himself in the middle of the camp, staring up at the sky. He'd given up in his futile attempts of sleep, since every time he closed his eyes he heard the straggled, blood curdling cries of his enemies and allies. The great battle still haunted him. It was on that day that he'd nearly lost his life, but that wasn't what haunted him the most.
His worst memory was of being in the Medicine Cat's Den (he assumed) in a nearly comatose state, with his hearing still in tact. He had heard his brother's cries of desperation for Nightpoppy to save his life. Never before had he heard the tom sound so... broken.
"Hey, why are you still up?"
A groggy voice caused the spotted tom to roll over onto his stomach and sit up, "Couldn't sleep." The two exchanged a simultaneous "nightmares", one being in the form of a question and the other in a statement before sharing a look of understanding.
"Don't stay up too late, alright bro. I have a fun joint training session planned out for tomorrow that I'll need you and Thistlepaw to join in with if you're up for it."
With a small smile on his face Jaggedbreeze meowed, "Wouldn't miss it," before Sharpfire turned around flicking his trail and shouldering his way back into the warriors den leaving him once again in his own peace of mind.