Star light, Star bright ((OPEN))

[THATCHPAW ✿]

Thatchpaw felt restless, though he knew he should try to sleep. He had been curled up for a vast majority of the night within the medicine cats den simply staring at the ceiling. Constantly, he turned his eyes towards the small cracks in the den, looking for any sort of moonlight to shine through. His paws were constantly twitching, batting at air as if there was some sort of bug or piece of bedding attacking him. His mentor was sleeping and there was no way he was waking him up. It was for fear of rousing the other cat from his slumber that had kept the scrappy tom where he was thus far but his twitchiness and ill of ease was slowly starting to get to him.

Thatchpaw turned his head slightly, the side barely touching the soft moss and bedding beneath him. He set his eyes on Ironcall's sleeping form, whiskers twitching ever so slightly. 'If I'm really quiet, he'll never notice,' he thought. He laid there on his back for a moment, all the same, trying to think through the possibilities of what exactly could happen were he to get caught sneaking out of the den. Surely, he couldn't get into that much trouble, could he? After all, it wasn't like he was sneaking out of the camp. He simply wanted to go out and stare up at Silverpelt. The glittering members of StarClan were up there, meaning his mother and father were looking down upon him from high above. Though he could easily dream of them from the den, being out in the open always seemed to have a better, more calming effect on him.

With one last glance to his mentor, he quietly rolled onto his side before getting to his paws. The first few steps he took were concise and measured, testing each pawfall and making sure it was as soft and silent as he could possibly make it. Though stealth was usually something StoneClan cats had in abundence, the tom had never once thought of himself as the sneakiest, almost always too bouncy or energetic. Then again, he was only six moons, what more could one expect from him? He hated having to go so slow, the seconds passing by as if they were hours and he was almost certain that by the time he actually made it through the small crack, it would be sun-up.

'Just a few more steps,' he cheered in his head. The second he broke through to the other side, he let out a small mewl of triumph before bouncing over to the center of the camp. It seemed so quiet at night, save for maybe the sounds of the animals outside their Camps walls. But that didn't seem to matter much to the you medicine cat-to-be. All he wanted was to throw his head back and stare up at the stars. As he gazed towards the dark sky, he noticed that the moon seemed to be staring down from right above him. 'Moonhigh? I thought it was later than that!' No matter. That just meant he'd have more time to stay out here.

The small cat found himself rolling onto the ground, onto his back so he could stare up at the Silverpelt. He'd much rather sleep out here than in the den anyday. Though the usual scent of herbs that filtered the Medicine Cat's den was all very comforting to him, he always felt at his calmest when he knew for sure that Grousesong and Timbertail could be watching him. Though his tail was still flicking, her restlessness was slowly seeming to disappear. "I wonder what they do up there? I bet they're always watching us. Making sure we're safe." he mused to himself, referring to his parents. "They'd be proud of me... right?"

The last little question, almost an afterthought seemed to bring a hint of sadness to his eyes. All he wanted was to be great, just like his siblings, but being so small, so... kit-like didn't seem to have many advantages. What if he was like this forever? He could never be as good as everyone else, he knew that. Or at least it was how he felt. It was probably one of the many reasons he had wanted to be a Medicine Cat. But sometimes he wondered if StarClan had chosen correctly. True, he had only just barely started his training, he often seemed to worry about what would happen if he messed something up. Someone could get hurt or even die if he wasn't careful and that fear was just now starting to form. His head fell to the side, drifting his gave away from the stars and his tail suddenly went still, curling up slightly on the ground. 'I'm just a small cat, how could I ever become something as great as Ironcall?'

[»| Littlewire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellpadding,10px,true][atrb=cellspacing,10px,true] Littlewire ~ what a mess I am... Words: 377 Tags: thatchpaw Notes: sorry it isn't that long. ): Greenleaf's heat was not letting up. Even in the evening the air was warm and sticky. The sun was gone and the moon was now hovering in the sky surrounded by stars. The clan was mostly all sleeping the the exception with the evening watch and Littlewire. Her sleeping pattern was very odd for a warrior. She rarely went on patrols during the day as she usually slept but when she was awake during the day she was not helpful at all. Often Littlewire found herself sneaking off on her own. She'd catch a prey or two but usually nothing to be proud off. She was a very skinny she-cat and not very strong either. Littlewire didn't care though, her mind was only ever on one thing, poppy seeds. It was her addiction. She went through a lot as a kit and developed a rather strange love for the herb. Right now she was going through a bit of withdrawals. Her breathing was off and sleep was something far from her mind. Leaving the warriors den Littlewire spotted Thatchpaw. Thatchpaw was the medicine cat's apprentice. Littlewire's brother, Ironcall had taken his place as the head medicine cat of the clan. It was getting harder and harder to get poppy seeds from him. She didn't want her brother to know of her addiction and deny her what she needed. Littlewire believes she doesn't need it though, not until the withdrawals set in. She believes deep down that she could stop any time she wants. But it never happens... The white she-cat moved closer to the apprentice. He was looking at the stars so it appeared. What an odd apprentice... She thought to herself. "What a pretty night, hey Thatchpaw?" She spoke softly, almost in a whisper. Littlewire looked at the sky, wondering who was watching them. If anyone was judging her and if she'd ever join them when it was her time. She shook the thoughts away though. She hated thinking about those kinds of things. It only made her need for the seeds even greater. The white she-cat gave herself a few quick licks, though she was in need of a full grooming. Dirt clung to her fur and she was not as white as she could have been.

[THATCHPAW ✿]

Thatchpaw thought he heard someone approaching, but he feared sitting up to look. After all, it was possible that it was just one of the nightly patrols just coming in or one of the cats guarding the camp switching off with another warrior. So long as he stayed still long enough, maybe he wouldn't get caught. He didn't exactly want to get into any trouble for being out and about so late, even if all he was doing was star-gazing. Honestly, if the young apprentice could have it his way, he'd sleep out beneath Silverpelt every night, but if the camp was ever attacked during that time, he would be one of the first to get attacked no doubt. Still, he could always hope.

The moment her heard a she-cat's voice, though, the scrawny tom flinched. He lifted his head to look over at the other cat, feeling a bit of relief when he recognized her as Ironcalls sister. With a small yawn, he rolled onto his paws and pushed himself up, shaking out his fur before sitting in his spot. His tail flicked from side to side as he looked over the older cat. Even in the dim light, he could tell that her fur was terribly dirty. But why? It was as if she wasn't keeping up with her cleaning. It didn't seem like the most important thing for him to note, but it did stick out. He made a mental note to ask about it, but right now it wasn't the thing most on his mind.

With a soft exhale, he turned his head back up towards Silverpelt, letting his eyes roam the stars. "Any night that you can see Silverpelt is a nice one," he purred. In his mind, it was true. Any night that held the stars high in the sky, not hidden by idle clouds or threatening storms. So long as he could see them, he felt that his parents could see him and that was really all that mattered. Thatchpaw's eyes wanted to turn back towards her when he saw the quick licking motions. It seemed almost... twitchy. As if there was something wrong. He tried to push the thought away. Surely if there was something wrong, Littlewire would make mention to it herself. "What're you doing out here so late, Littlewire? I didn't think anyone was going to join me!" He tried to keep the excitement from his voice, but it was almost too obvious that it was there. He was always feeling excitement, ever since he became Ironcall's apprentice. It was nigh impossible to keep it contained.

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