Lions aren't made for Winters (open)

[Lionpaw]

Though it was certainly late, as evidenced by the cold silver light of the crescent moon above, Lionkit found he could not sleep. Perhaps it was the chill of winter that kept him from getting comfortable within his soft, mossy nest, or perhaps it was due to the constant, restless energy that most kits seemed to possess. Perhaps it was something else entirely. No matter the source of his insomnia, he found that it was pointless to lie about in a nest when he was not going to be using it anytime soon. So, with exaggerated carefulness, so as to not wake any of the other kits or queens, the golden furred young tom crept toward the entrance of the nursery. When he neared the opening in the den wall, he was met by a wall of cold, brought about by a strong gust of winter wind. After it had calmed, the kit stepped forward once more, peeking up into the great field of stars above, hung in the sky like so many glittering dew drops. He was startled from his admiration of the heavens by the sound of a soft foot fall. He turned his head quickly, his bright green gaze searching the darkness for the source of the sound. He made out the faint outline of a cat within the shadows, and so he called out in a voice just above a whisper, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

[Littlekit]

The moon hung like a sliver of a perfect, white jewel. Littlekit had a vast view of the night sky from where she was crouched, her fur a shadowy disarray, dissipating into the shadows themselves. Her paper-thin ears captured a soft, barely audible voice and her lilac eyes flicked to a lithe, golden-furred kitten. It took her a few heartbeats to register what the tom-kitten had said - cats rarely spoke to the anti-social kitten - and then even longer to figure out how to reply. 
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"Erm... No." Littlekit whispered hastily back, blinking. "I'm Littlekit... What's... What's your name?" As she froze between words, the nursery seemed to as well - she could no longer hear the gentle, almost soothing sound of breathing nor detect the subtle rise and fall of the many flanks surrounding her. 
A tentative but polite smile formed on the small female's muzzle and she opened and closed her eyes slowly before she spoke again.
"I was already awake... I don't... I don't sleep much, you see." 
She raised herself to snowy, small paws and her spiky tail flicked delicately, slowly winding around her forepaws. Her smile became toothy and somewhat embarrassed, almost quizzical as she peered at the male. 

[Lionpaw]

The cat he had spoken to shifted a bit, the darkness of the nursery hiding the kit's features and making her as one with the shadows themselves. As his eyes adjusted, Lionkit realized that the reason the other cat blended so well was because of the dark coloration of her pelt, shot through with occasional spots of white. As she introduced herself as Littlekit, the young tom noted to himself how apt the name was. He met the she-cat's grin with his own warm smile, and his eyes flashed with relief upon hearing that he had not woken her up. When he spoke again, he raised the volume of his voice ever so slightly, allowing his words to carry further in the clear winter air. "That's good. I wouldn't want others suffering because of my restlessness." He dipped his head by way of greeting, and added, "It's nice to meet you, Littlekit. My name's Lionkit." He settled into a more comfortable position, wrapping his tail around his legs as he sat in order to bar the faint chill that crept into the den from the entrance. He met Littlekit's lilac eyes with his own green gaze, which sparked good-naturedly. "Why is it that you don't get much sleep, if you don't mind my asking?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.

[Littlekit]

The tom-kitten's fur was as different as it could have been from her own - the golden colour Littlekit had heard elders describe when telling stories of LionClan. A soft smile formed relentlessly on her maw as he introduced himself. Lionkit. How fitting.

Though Littlekit was anti-social - distant, insensitive and even cruel in her words - she could be charming with those she enjoyed the company of and she found it easier to speak to the amiable tom than with most. She blinked curiously at him and raised a brow at his question but answered willingly enough.

"I don't know," she replied with a nonchalant shrug of her slender shoulders. Her gaze flicked automatically down to her minuscule paws. "Maybe... Maybe because I think... think more than the other kittens. It keeps me awake, most nights." Her eyes rested back on his, pale lilac meeting brilliant green. "Insomnia, I s'pose... I s'pose you'd call it. But I don't really mind that much. After all... the night is a lot quieter than the day." A somewhat mischievous smile played on her muzzle and she tipped her petite head to one side. "If you don't mind my asking... What're you doing up at this hour? I thought I was the only one who had these 'problems' anyway."

[Lionpaw]

His situation being what it was, Lionkit could understand insomnia. He also had the feeling that the she-cat before him was a bit more intelligent than most, which certainly gave credence to her statement that she thought about things a bit more than the average kit. The mischievous grin that spread across Littlekit's mouth ignited a spark of amusement within the young tom's gaze; he had begun to think that the dainty cat was shy, and perhaps a bit reserved in her verbal exchanges, but the framing of her question coupled with the nature of her smile had him doubting his initial opinion. "Hard to say. Maybe insomnia; maybe I think a bit more than the average kit, too. Or," he said, a playful smirk forming slowly upon his face, "maybe I was trying to sneak out of the camp. But who's to say which is the most likely, really?"