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( ✩ ) Starlightpaw far prefers the night over the harsh glare of daytime, but the life of an apprentice does not often afford them the luxury. He's taken to early rising to bask in the gentleness of the sunrise, the softer hours before the sun burns its path through the sky. Yet even still, they are drawn to the night, to their namesake. They don't sleep often.
And they are not the only one losing sleep -- Cicadapaw's nest is empty tonight.
Starlightpaw slips out quietly, draped in a cloak of the night's hues, and casts a starlit gaze to search the camp. It's not long before she finds him, the stardipped white of her brother's pelt giving him away. A spectre cast in moonlight, hunched posture and shuffling steps make him easy to catch up to. His younger sibling strides across camp purposefully, though with no intent to stop him.
Starlightpaw moves into step with his brother, overlarge paws heralding his arrival. "You're out late," he murmurs, voice soft as though to avoid startling their brother. He looks, in this dim light, like the kind of creature that would run if you moved the wrong way. Not a beast with blood staining his paws, but a shaky child with too-long limbs and too-old eyes. There's a beat, the younger sibling's breath misting under the moonhigh chill, where she just observes him for a moment. They're not as good at reading his emotions as they'd like; Cicadapaw has always seemed so closed off to the world, to everyone. He hasn't changed, in that way. She'd hoped he would. Still does, truly. "Something on your mind?" she pries with far more gentleness -- carefulness -- than she might have when they were younger.
And they are not the only one losing sleep -- Cicadapaw's nest is empty tonight.
Starlightpaw slips out quietly, draped in a cloak of the night's hues, and casts a starlit gaze to search the camp. It's not long before she finds him, the stardipped white of her brother's pelt giving him away. A spectre cast in moonlight, hunched posture and shuffling steps make him easy to catch up to. His younger sibling strides across camp purposefully, though with no intent to stop him.
Starlightpaw moves into step with his brother, overlarge paws heralding his arrival. "You're out late," he murmurs, voice soft as though to avoid startling their brother. He looks, in this dim light, like the kind of creature that would run if you moved the wrong way. Not a beast with blood staining his paws, but a shaky child with too-long limbs and too-old eyes. There's a beat, the younger sibling's breath misting under the moonhigh chill, where she just observes him for a moment. They're not as good at reading his emotions as they'd like; Cicadapaw has always seemed so closed off to the world, to everyone. He hasn't changed, in that way. She'd hoped he would. Still does, truly. "Something on your mind?" she pries with far more gentleness -- carefulness -- than she might have when they were younger.
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// @CICADAPAW
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✩ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ STARLIGHTPAW. APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. HE / SHE / THEY.
5 MOONS & AGES ON THE 12TH. PENNED BY SATURNID.
SMOKETHROAT xx CICADASTAR. LITTERMATE TO BEEPAW & CICADAPAW.
MENTORED BY PETALNOSE