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Post by Crowwing on Aug 27, 2014 20:11:38 GMT -6
Fawnbriar and Crowwing only.
Nightfall was all the tom needed to get his slumber. Sleeping throughout the majority of the night, he had wonderful dreams about rabbits. Rabbits everywhere, and the senior once felt like it was reality.
"I'm going to get you!" he mumbled out of his sleep, scraping his paws along the sides of his nest every now and then. In his dream, it was the largest rabbit he'd ever laid his eyes on, and he just had to catch it!
Rolling out of bed, Crowwing began to sleepwalk around the den, careful not to step on any dry grass (the sleeping warriors), and then came close enough to pounce on his trophy.
With his pounce, the tom landed on top of Fawnbriar, only to lightly nip the neck of the warrior before breaking out of his dream.
Instinctively, the tom backed up, and looked at the poor victim of his. "Uhh. Sorry to disturb your sleep." he casually said.
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Fawnbriar
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Post by Fawnbriar on Aug 28, 2014 18:29:03 GMT -6
Fawnbriar tossed and turned. Even if he was in the comfort of his new mate, Silverfeather, he was unable to sleep.
Just as he started to dream, stalking a mouse, he was pounced on. "Hey!" He growled. "It's fine, at least you didn't wake Silverfeather" he said.
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Post by Crowwing on Aug 28, 2014 19:24:59 GMT -6
He flattened his ears, having expected the growl. It was natural. Well, at least both cats were okay, but Silverfeather? He was lost. Was this stranger Silverfeather, but tended to use a third-cat's point of view while speaking?
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