got no self-esteem and vertigo // drizzle

[HAWKPAW.]

NO LONGER FATIMA, GODDESS, LIGHT​

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The sky was drenched in midnight blue, smattered with glimmering stars. As if on cue, a hush had fallen over the Skyclan camp. Everyone had returned to their beds of moss and foliage. The tortoiseshell apprentice had become quite taken with this time of night. Solitude did well to temper the overwhelm of constant chatter during the day. White paws propelled her to the fresh-kill pile, where she began to rummage for something to quell her hunger. Was it still considered a midnight snack if she hadn't eaten earlier? Pondering this, a foreclaw snagged the bushy tail of a squirrel and pulled it towards her. These had easily become her favourite in her short stay with the clans, she doubted she'd ever get bored of the taste.

She'd dipped her head to take her first bite, but the sound of approaching pawsteps caused an interruption. Instinctively, Hawkpaw shielded her meal with her body, ears lowering with mistrust. Turning, she fixed her narrowed, piercing eyes on @Drizzlepaw . A minute, or maybe two, and all she did was bore into him. Probably not the most friendly welcome ever given to a clanmate. She hadn't even considered perhaps she'd been the one to wake him, or if this was just coincidence. Eventually, the she-cat faced towards the ground, observing the blue tabby out the corner of cold green eyes. He hadn't made any hostile moves - hell, he looked pretty taken aback himself. Doubtful he'd be much of a threat. She addressed him with a barbed tone, "You always sneak up on people this time of night, or what?"

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I'VE BECOME RUSALKA, DEMON OF NIGHT​

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[Drizzlepelt]

Drizzlepaw hadn't fallen asleep yet, mind in a whirl. Nothing worrying had happened recently, but his thoughts drift back to how soon he'll be a warrior. It almost feels like he joined the clan just yesterday, but no, it's also been two moons since then. Halfway there, he guesses, chuckling internally at his own comment. Still, this thought plague his mind, making him unable to sleep. He thinks about stepping out of the den to get a bit of fresh air to see if it helps, when he hears rustling. Another apprentice has the same idea, it seems. He takes some more time to think about it, before ultimately deciding to go through with it, slipping out quietly.

Maybe a little too quietly, as he jumps at the glare that's sent his way by Hawkpaw. He hasn't interacted with her much seeing as she was one of the cats rescued. Her temperament doesn't help the fact either, and he snorts at her comment about him sneaking up on her. "No, no one else gets the honor." He stares back for a moment, before sitting down and licking his paw. "Just lost in my own thoughts. Didn't mean to interrupt your meal." He decides not to ask if she'd eaten prior and if she was stealing or not, looking up at the pretty night sky instead, sighing. "You're about the same age as me, right? Won't be long before we're warriors."​