I want to go to bed! (Open)

[nighty!]

This was one of those day where it seems like it will never end for you and all you want to do was to sleep or hibernate. NightPaw struggled walking toward the Apprentice den after feeding the Elders. Gosh... and it's only SunHigh. He thought to himself. The cat collasped from sweating. He started to sleep. Ah... the floor. I can feel the floor again. NightPaw was just acting silly. Hopefully the leader wouldn't barge in and say. 'NIGHTPAW what in the name of Twilight are you doing sleeping? Go hunt for the queens!' Gosh this will basically kill him. Not like he will answer him anyways. He barely answers to his mentor!

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[Scriptheart]

A petite cat padded slowly over to the apprentices den in the hopes of being able to rest for a moment or two before she was called off do something important. Her mentor should probably be training her, but she didn't have one at the moment so she had just been recruted for looking after the elders and queens along with anyone else who needed help around the clan. She sighed knowing she shouldn't be annoyed with the elders because they had done all they could for the clan and deserved to be looked after, but she couldn't help not wanting to go out and clean thier bedding. At first she hadn't thought there were any other cats in the Apprentice den, but soon she was proven wrong when the scent of the other young cat met her nose. A tom she knew it was by his scent, and then she jumped slightly in surprise as if she had not actually expected to see him even though she had scented him. She wanted to ask what he was doing in the den while there was work do be done in camp or on patrol, but was much too shy to do anything of the sort. She only stared with a look of blank surprise on her mottled face.

((Scriptpaw is quite a shy little girl )

[nighty!]

Nightpaw yawned as he sniffed the air, someone was coming in the den also. On the bright side, he wouldn't be the only one getting into trouble if the leader came. The tom put his head up to look at the she-cat and then put his head down trying to sleep. Please, come on, please don't tell me to do anything! He thought to himself. This would be really bad if if other apprentice only came down here to tell him that there was a mission, hunting, or bed cleaning, that he had to do.

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((Just like NightPaw, they are both shy))

[Scriptheart]

After a tense moment of silence the she-cat looked around for something to ake away the akwardness of the moment. She found nothing, so she just padded over to the far side of the den where she normally slept and sat down lightly. She opened her creamy maw to speak but could think of nothing to say, she might even be too nervous around the other apprentice to speak. Trying to make it look as if she hadn't been about to speak she began licking her white-socked paw, after a moment of doing this her frosty blue gaze drifted over to Nightpaw but she kept her head down.

[nighty!]

((Try not to double post, there is a modify button you know! ))

Nightpaw sighed and sniffed the air again. The she-cat apprentice was still there and she was, still trying to sleep and so far so good, sorta in somewhat of a way. He got up and moved to a corner of the apprentice den and curled up into a ball from there pretending to sleep or at least trying to sleep. The orphan was just watching the other apprentice from a distance so she doesn't think that he was watching her. His eyes were three-quarters closed anyways so that is pretty close anyways. Plus doesn't want to talk to anyone and at all anyways.

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[Scriptheart]

Scriptpaw's small jowls parted in a silent yawn causing a pause in her rythmic grooming. She then licked her paw once more and swiped it over her ear. Settling down quietly she curled into a ball and let her tail flick over her copper blazed nose showing a motley of patterns. Her attentive optics were still slightly open as were Nightpaws and she watched him closely showing none of the nervousness that was truly coiled around her heart. Whenever she was close to another cat she became nervous, more nervous than any cat should be. Though her eyes were partly open she did not realize he was watching her just as closely as she was watching him.

[nighty!]

Nightpaw yawned for about five seconds and finally did something that he never have done in a real long time. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked almost forgetting that he could speak to other cats. He did have a voice and that was a good thing isn't it? Well anyways... Nightpaw got up and stretched walked toward her and kept a distance just in case. Doesn't trust anyone these days. To tell you the truth, he never trusted or talked to anyone ever sense he joined the clan and sense his parents died, got murdered by rouges.

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[Scriptheart]

Scriptpaw seemed shocked that the tom had spoken to her and gave a slight start, "Uhm...," she watched him walk forwards and became even more nervous, "Well, why were are you watching me?" she asked weakly. She hadn't spoken for quite a while either, espeically not to an tom whom she had never met before other than when she came to sleep at night, but then he was sleeping as well and she never really paid other cats much attention. She stood up as he stepped forwards so as not to feel so vulnerable.

[nighty!]

Nightpaw sighed as he now knows that the she-cat was a curious one. "Well why are you answering my question with another question which is leading me to another question?" He asked her softly but somewhat quick. It was one of those tricky things where only some cats get it but the tom might think that this apprentice will get his question or at least heard him quickly. Then again, their mentors always talks quickly in surprise for battle stances like it was military came for the two-legs.

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[Scriptheart]

Scriptpaw shugged and spoke directly after his quick question, "Well, why are you answering my question with a question which just lead me to another question?" the femme also spoke somewhat quickly and then sighed. This was getting them nowhere so she might as well stop the chain, "This is rediculous," the small she-cay shook her head, "We should at least introduce ourselves before we get confused....I'm Scriptpaw." this was probably one of the longest sentaces she had even uttered...well, probably the longest conversation as well. In her mind she was actually wondering why she was talking with this tom when she never spoke to anyone else.

[nighty!]

Nightpaw sighed and shook his head softly from the fun that he just had. Fun. That wasn't much of a word that he used in a long time. His parents were what he calls fun-loving until they died, they are dead now that is all they were. "O.K., whatever you want, Scriptpaw, I'm Nightpaw," the tom yawned and then put his head toward the ground. Hopefully this'll end quick, I'm tired. He thought to himself. Then he picked up his head (not really) and looked at the she-cat.

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[Scriptheart]

Scriptpaw gave him a small nod, "Well then, it's nice to meet you Nightpaw." there was a tiny smile on the apprentice's face as she lowered her back end to the ground again to recline on her haunches. She hadn't spoken to many other cats and wasn't really good with conversations so she didn't exactly know what to say next. Anyway, the tom looked tired so she remained silent and out of habit resumed grooming herself. The silken fur on her chest was a brilliant porcelain and she gave it a few brisk licks before settling down in the springy moss in which she had made a sort of nest.

[nighty!]

NightPaw nodded in return and got up, stretch, and when back to the corner of the apprentise den and finally started to sleep again. He sniffed the air again though. Oh StarClan, please don't tell me who I think it is... He thought to himself but didn't bother to peak who it was cause he already knows it was besides ScriptPaw. Trying to ignore the tom he continue to sleep, pretending that NightPaw doesn't noitice him. The apprentise adjusted into a ball, not trying to look at the cat who entered.

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[Scriptheart]

Scriptpaw lay stretched out against the wall of the den, but upon scenting another cat curled tightly into a ball. Her tail flicked and brushed against her ebony nose, she kept her optics open just enough to see faintly what was around her but not open enough for anyone else to notice. A shadow formed across the den entrance and Scriptpaw's curiosity blossomed but she held back from attempting to see who it was.

[♥| morri]

Somwhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate what creates my own madness.

The day had begun warm and welcoming, Burnstar had noticed. He had recently returned from a short hunting trip, dropping his prey off in the fresh-kill pile. Everything in camp seemed to be going well. The prey was plentiful, weather was lovely, and he himself had been flourishing in his skills as a leader and a warrior. He padded from the fresh kill pile and to the center of camp, where he could see everything. The camp was rather quiet- surprising, but most cats were out hunting and enjoying the weather. The elders were sunning outside the den, though hadn't been tended to. Burnstar sighed and padded to the apprentice's den to see if any were lounging about.

And, in fact, there was. Two of them. Nightpaw and Scriptpaw- both without mentors, though Burnstar had a few in mind; Scriptpaw would most likely have Lilacflower for a mentor, but Burnstar wasn't sure about Nightpaw. With a sigh, he stepped in and nudged Nightpaw with a large paw. It looked as if Scriptpaw was already awake- if not, he would just have to wake her up to. "Alright, you guys, sleeping is for the nighttime. Right now, I'd like you to go and tend to the elders." He knew how many times he'd told them- 'Go tend to the elders', but until he found them both mentors, they'd just have to get over it.