camp NEVER THE SAME // rta, night time

[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

The wisps made by his exhales rose up into the cold night air as the occasional flake of snow fluttered down to greet the black tom where he sat in the heart of the camp. Where some would grumble about the growing length of the nights he instead relished it. His eyes had become rather accustomed to the gloom of the tunnels and he found himself distancing away from the daylight, so with the new longer periods of darkness the more he wandered away from the tunnels.

So much had come to pass as of late and he couldn't deny that his head was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. At times it was hard to focus on just one, but he did know one thing; he wasn't leaving WindClan. He couldn't help but feel anger over the actions of the rebels, and he wished he could confront his siblings over what had happened. He felt abandoned... left behind. Ever since Vulturemask's death everything had just been wrong, oh so wrong!

As he realised his growing frustration he tried to distance himself from the feelings by walking around the camp to help clear his head. Though as he heard movement nearby he came to pause in his wanderings. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He apologised in a sheepish tone as he lowered his head submissively.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
╲╱╲╱╲╱​

​

 

[RUMBLERAIN]

𝐵𝐸𝑇𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 ✧ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍

• 
  
  — rumblerain | tags
  — they/them ; moor-runner of windclan.
  — lanky black-and-white point with blue eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — art by mercibun
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

​

"Ah- no, it's okay." Rumblerain murmurs to Shadowrunner, ears folding back delicately for a heartbeat. They regard the tunneler quietly for a longer moment, eyes flicking over his features: his are cllouded by thought, flecks of snow dusting his dark pelt, green eyes dimly lit by the near-full moon. They don't know him very well, being a moor-runner and a new one at that, but they have been seeing more of him since the ex-WindClanners left en masse. Rumblerain's tail-tip twitches, their own expression softening sympathetically. "Can't sleep either?"
​

 

[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

Good, so he hadn't entirely disturbed the moor-runner's slumber. The dark pelted tom gave a few slow blinks before he shifted in order to face Rumblerain fully. "No, I can't bring myself to sleep. At least not yet. I can't stop thinking about everything." A soft sigh slipped from him as he sank back onto his haunches. "So... why can't you sleep?"

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
╲╱╲╱╲╱​

​

 

[downyfur]

Sleep is not easy prey for Downypaw either. The faintest rustle of voices, markedly different from that of the sedges and prairiegrass, is enough to wake her. She knows Shadowrunner like she knows most of the tunneler warriors, but Rumblerain is someone she only fully recognized at the last meeting. They're somewhat comforted by the fact that these two can't sleep either; they're not alone in their rebellion-caused insomnia. Sometimes they think about Featherpaw, and how he used to stay up well into the morning, late enough to become early. And then they think of Bearpaw, and then they think of their mother, and then...

They softly draw a paw over their eyes, willing themself to go back to sleep, but Shadowrunner asks why and they still can't. The apprentice shuffles themself to face them, dark eyes gleaming wetly in the moonlight. "That's kinda it for...for everyone, right?" they breathe. It makes her wonder what was the difference between them and those who slept soundly at night. Maybe Sootstar slept soundest of all. Or, maybe she was the most deprived of all of them, with her (their) enemies lurking just at their borders.​

 

[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

Shadowrunner was surprised to see Downypaw awake... or maybe he wasn't. At this point it was starting to seem like those who could find slumber easily were the outliers given the state of those who remained in the clan. "I suppose we're all holding onto the same worries and fears then." A soft exhale passed through his nose as he tried to muster up brave words to help the apprentice find peace at the very least, but nothing came to him. Or rather whatever he thought of only felt like a lie, and right now he didn't want to hear lies. "Downypaw, do you want to stay up with us for a little bit? I think we'll feel better knowing that we're still here, together." The tunneller patted the ground next to him with his tail tip as he offered them the space at his side. In truth he didn't want to be alone at that moment.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
╲╱╲╱╲╱​

​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

"I never slept much anyways," the Lead Warrior interjected with a smile, exhaustion absent from his chartreuse eyes. He had rested with his chin upon his paws, body faced away from his mithering clanmates, pupils settled on the stars until they found Shadowrunner, Downypaw, and Rumblerain. "I sleep until the moon barely shifts in the sky, then, I think, about everyone and everything. Ideas do not readily come when you need to fret during the day." There were times during sunhigh when he was absent, time to share tongues was oftentimes taken up by the chimera taking up space in a tunnel to catch up on lost time and, if that wasn't possible, then he would just crash earlier than most. He didn't like the latter times, there was vulnerability in spending more than an hour asleep, one he expected his enemies would regularly pounce upon if they figured out his schedule. Sootspot watched Shadowrunner pat the ground next to him, urging Downypaw to move towards him, perhaps a way to comfort his apprentice. She probably needed it with the way her family 'abandoned' her, such a shame they had not been able to find her on the battlefield. "It is your choice," he mewed almost amicably to them.





​