With the sun tipped at just the right angle, almost all work within the camp had halted so the warriors could embrace what little warmth remained of the day. It was time that Ferndance, admittedly, often saved for herself, a chance to recharge her social batteries before introducing the world to her weird and wonderful mind. Yet things in ShadowClan had a way of changing faster than a raindrop, and perhaps from the new energy surrounding her home, the tawny tabby found herself unable to settle down for a nap yet. Around and around camp she shuffled, practically going in circles as she kept her ears pierced for any interesting conversations. Twice she had passed the tabby daughter of Smogstar, twice she noticed that, for the time being, she was alone. On her third trip around, the she-cat halted and leaned down, staring at Swansong's face.
She wondered if she gawked long enough into her eyes, she would see what the other saw - a vast, starry world where nothing ended and nothing began. Ferndance had her own universe too, but that one almost seemed like a forest where anything could be lurking anywhere. Regardless, there was a kinship there, a belief that sometimes, the imaginary was better than the reality they found themselves in.
Silently, the cinnamon tabby settled down, slowly craning herself to the right until she was certain she'd gotten the other's attention. A small feather still clung to Ferndance's face from a well-earned meal, but as she licked her lips, she found she could not quite reach the intruder. For now, it would have to stay. Her head tilted to one side to give the plumage better grip onto her tawny fur, a semi-serious smile upon her muzzle as she prepared to ask Swansong a much-needed question.
"Swansong... do you sleep? Or dream?"
@Swansong