private EVERY LITTLE STEP &. eerienight

[CATERPILLARFUZZ.]

DAYS SEEM SOMETIMES AS IF THEY'LL NEVER END​

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she feels dazed when she wakes up– managing to search around in any direction when she finds herself breathing in and out. she feels antsy, and decides to find the one cat that she feels she can really truly lean on these days. she has friends, yeah she knows, but there was something different about the way she is with eerienight. he was like her brother. more than anyone. more than the almostness of siltcloud being her mom– she's not her mom and she knows that– but she could easily call eerienight her brother. they both were raised by the same father and eerie has always looked out for her, especially when spectermask told him to do so. she's thankful for that, at least.

"eerienight? are you... up?"

she swallows worriedly, gently nudging the tom cat to try and not scare him or anything.

"i can't sleep... can... can we go on a walk?"


@EERIENIGHT
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[EERIENIGHT]

EERIENIGHT

HE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR

Sleep is hardly a commodity for the tom on boorish nights like this where the weather is still unstable, where his limbs have no other choice but to settle within the warrior den, cramped and curled into his form.

Uncomfortable. Annoying. He'd rather be sleeping outside of the den. Would rather be resting in the graveyard's depths. But the world renewed weeps over its near-end, and Eerienight knows Magpiepaw's replacement would have his tail if he fell ill within frost-bitten darkness. Either way, he's certain he'd still be able to hear his clanmates' — Screechstorm's, mostly — snores no matter where his nest lay.

Briefly, the stars bless him, and he is lulled into slumber. But shadows shift around him, and bat-ears twitch against his skull. Someone is moving. Midnight movement is hardly anything worthwhile, usually, but it drifts. Closer and closer, until it speaks to him, shifts into familiarity. He'd open his eyes for her anyway, but her gentle nudge is the catalyst for his stirring, and dark eyes blink open in starlit reflection.

" ... Yes, " the tom answers, quiet, a gentle edge to his monotonous voice. Concern seeps into his form as he peers up at Caterpillarfuzz — his mentor's discovery all those moons ago, his shadow since. " Okay...? " She isn't usually up at all hours of the night, is she? The younger warrior requests a walk, and Eerienight doesn't give a second thought to it as he rises to his paws.

" Yes. A walk, " he echoes. The void-furred tom flicks his tail against Caterpillarfuzz's side, urging her forward. " Let's go. " If it helps her sleep, then he will walk with her. Perhaps sleep will find him too.

Eerienight is a peculiar, spindly-formed tom with a void-like presence. With bat-like ears, a rat-thin tail, and round, unblinking eyes, the oriental shorthair often watches the camp with little emotion and an equal amount of words to follow.

- ??? x ??? ⋅ Single
- Only child ; Brother-figure to Caterpillarfuzz
- Mentored by Spectermask ⋅ Mentor to no one
- Penned by Abri

 

[CATERPILLARFUZZ.]

DAYS SEEM SOMETIMES AS IF THEY'LL NEVER END​

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"i'm sorry if i woke you. it wasn't intentional. i... do you have nightmares? about spectermask being..."

dead. she knows he's dead but that doesn't make the nightmares go away. grief manifests in different ways for different cats, she's sure, but hers has always been in the form of terrifying dreams that feel all too real and leave her awake at night. she never really bothers anyone, not wanting to burden them with the silly contents of her mind that brew up unsettling realities, but this time she couldn't help it. she just wanted to walk it off and it's not safe alone. it's never been, even when chilledstar was around.

"it's been a while since we've... just hung out, huh? sorry it's so late. I'm sure the stars look nice, hm?"

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[EERIENIGHT]

EERIENIGHT

HE / HIM | SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR

" Dead, " he finishes her thought as dark limbs slip out of the camp's exit. Eerienight falls into a silence less comfortable than usual as he thinks about his shadow's question, as he remembers. His mentor's fate was ill-fitted, unfortunate for the kind of cat he was. Same goes for Chilledstar, another loss that leaves him sleeping in the clan's graveyard any chance he gets. The tom hums.

" Yes. Like.... he's here when he's not supposed to. " A ghost. Eerienight is always aware of it. " Like I must save him. " He wonders if his dreams are akin to the prophecies their star-pathed healers are gifted with. Wonders if the knowledge of Spectermask's death, of Chilledstar's, plagues his dreams and dooms them to failed outcomes. Savior never happens. Eerienight always wakes up before he can reach them, as if their star-marks forge a barrier around them.

Caterpillarfuzz's apology reaches his ears before he can fall into a fearsome trance over it, and dark eyes shift to look at her. She'd once been so small, his shadow — it's only now, despite the warrior name she carries, he realizes how much she's grown under his watch.

" It's okay. Didn't sleep, " Eerienight assures her, before night-dark eyes look upward — a shadowed pool reflective of the starlit sky above. He agrees with the younger warrior's assumption, paws stilling as he takes in the sight. " Yes. Very bright. " How odd it must be, to not know the sight of stars above, to see their ancestors watching over them. She must feel it, StarClan's guidance. Certainly, she must.

" He's up there, " he tells her, a reminder just in case she can't. " All of them are. "

Eerienight is a peculiar, spindly-formed tom with a void-like presence. With bat-like ears, a rat-thin tail, and round, unblinking eyes, the oriental shorthair often watches the camp with little emotion and an equal amount of words to follow.

- ??? x ??? ⋅ Single
- Only child ; Brother-figure to Caterpillarfuzz
- Mentored by Spectermask ⋅ Mentor to no one
- Penned by Abri