I Don't Get It [p]

[Beechroot]

(i'm so sorry I meant to make this days ago. the April fool/s day thing threw me off)

Harmonysong 

It was night time and the moon was waning. It was barely visible it was so small. The warrior couldn't go to sleep for some reason. Beechroot rose from his nest and quietly left the warrior's den, only making small paw steps near his sleeping clan mates. He found no one outside. 

The warrior wasn't religious. Sure, he believed in Cloudclan, but he wasn't worried about them. Not even with the clan's current problem with the two-legs and dogs. The skinny tabby stared at the stars and for the first time in a long while, he felt alone.

[Harmonysong]

(So sorry for the extremely late reply >.< Everything is getting out of hand and Iʻm terrible at organizing things so that I have time for everything.)

It always amused Harmony when cats try to sneak out of the den and think their successful in not waking up other cats. It didnʻt anger him, but most times it was two love birds. The ginger tom lay in his nest half asleep. He was always a light sleeper. It was good as well as bad. Oh well.

Harmonysongʻs ear flicked as he heard someone moving out of the den. Was it morning already? It couldnʻt be. He had just closed his eyes. He opened one eye to see another tom slipping out of the den. The ginger got to his paws to follow. There was barely any light. The moon was to small to light the camp. His green eyes scanned the clearing before spotting the other tom. He slipped next to him and sat down. Beautiful isnʻt it. He whispered.

[Beechroot]

(omg my job ;_;)

Beechroot almost jumped in surprise when Harmonysong sat next to him. For a few moments, he was confused about what the tom was saying. "Oh, yes. The stars. I suppose." The warrior shrugged at the other. Beechroot wasn't impressed by much. He had never described anything as beautiful in his life. Beechroot flicked his tail. "I think I prefer a cloudless, blue sky."