private We just see it shining ⸙ Midnightpaw

[Brackenpaw]

She had long forgotten what having a roof and walls surrounding her are like, soon they will have spent more moons outside of the nursery than in it. As such the gentle breeze of the moorland is a comfort than a hinderance like it once was. Cheek resting the moss of the nest which in all honesty looked rather messy, different pebbles, stones, bugs and the rare feather stuck neatly in between the structure of her nest. It would be a peaceful nights rest if it wasn't for the slight bump against it stirring them awake, the tunnels had trained their ears to be rather sensitive to sound. It's only natural to assume that such dark and cramped places only trained the rest of her senses to be extra sharp in favour of her sight. They blamed the tunnels for the fact that she's such a light sleeper, though from the calicos memory they had always been like this. If it wasn't for the tunnels then the DuskClan raid certainly set in motion for such sensitive and fitful sleeping habits.

A string of insults rests in her vocabulary unspoken as they open an eye to glance over at the culprit of whoever bumped them. It was Midnightpaw, a recent-ish addition to the growing number of nests out in the open. She glares at the apprentice, fatigue clinging to them as she pushes herself out of their nest to see what she's up to. The ebony apprentice dances through the sea of nests in favour for a spacious clearing, gaze pointing to the sky full of stars. Knowing that they're not going back to sleep anytime soon they decide to push themself to trudge past the sleeping apprentices and warriors.

"Mind if I join you?" She asks and doesn't wait for an answer, something in the norm for her at this point. Instead she opts to sit next to the apprentice anyways, her own gaze flicking up to the stars above. "Could you not sleep or are you just wanting to see the stars?" She can't blame her either way really, they find they don't look at the stars or rather the sky at all very often these days. "They're pretty" she murmurs, mostly to themself but loud enough for Midnightpaw to hear.

---

‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• 
  ooc. @MIDNIGHTPAW
  
•  
• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Scorchstreak | Formally mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

​