( the birth and death of day )

[Gorsewhisker]

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Early to bed, early to rise, makes a cat healthy, wealthy, and wise. Of all the things his father taught him, that would be the one Gorsewhisker, that proverb would be the one that he never abided by. It wasn't that he enjoyed staying up until the sun decided to tip over the horizon; no, it was simply that he didn't have a proper inner watch, a proper way to estimate time. The moon gave some clue, but if he was truly unaware why would he be tracking the moon? Gorsewhisker scarcely looked up at the moon, and only when the gathering was nearing did he keep a claw on its shape. More often than not, gatherings would come sooner than he expected, and he would be full of nothing to say to the other deputies, who would certainly expect him to ramble about some aspect of their clan (and pretend that they weren't all lying anyway).

And this fine evening, as the sun went down, Gorsewhisker felt the usual urge to avoid the warriors den. How envious he was of Dawnstar! The leader never had to spend a moment among her snoring, slobbering clanmates (or rather, constituents, as he liked to call them). Gorsewhisker, on the other paw, had to sleep night after night listening to Lightfoot and Firenose's polygamous affairs, as if the pair hadn't already been cheating on each other for moons. He was sure that if a cat had any brains, they would certainly escape the rabble and sleep with the rabbits. Unlike his clanmates, you could scare a bit of sense into rabbits - he bet if he attacked one of his own they would be too dumbfounded to do anything but sit there. He felt bad for the young warriors who had never witnessed the war. They would never know what life was really about.

Merely stalking alongside the stream made his nose wrinkle; it carried up the scent of RiverClan (or maybe it was just the stink of the fish they all ate) and the repulsion that he was faced with drove him to near nausea. Traveling further upstream, as if he could escape that ghastly smell, he bent forward and took a few laps from the poor before leaping backwards. One could never be too cautious, and Gorsewhisker would not be one of the cats to fall into the stream and be washed into RiverClan territory. Who knew what those fish-brains would do to him.

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[Dawnstar]

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The bitter urge to not sleep had devoured Dawnstar's mind and had left her a bit of a zombie during the day. Lately, the only thoughts that consumed her were the ideas that possibly, the other clans would invade. The ending of the war meant nothing. It was a formal declaration of 'I'm currently too weak to continue attempting to beat you into the ground' and as a result, any clan that felt itself too big for the others could easily initiate battle. The idea terrified her. She knew she was getting old, having been around at the beginning of the war, and having lived through the entire thing, so how many more battles could she go through? Could Starclan heal old age? She didn't know. She didn't want to be the first leader to have to find out either, even so, she didn't want to die a pitiful death; another casualty in a border raid. It had to be heroic. Not just, not pathetic.

The orange tabby would sigh as she paced the territory, her thoughts hectic and almost entirely un-understandable. Fatigue clawed at limbs, gravity pulling her to the ground with a power stronger than she knew it capable of, and her eyelids fighting with her every second of the way, but she refused to give in. What was a soldier if they couldn't even control their own body? Useless. She still had some worth. She had to make herself believe that much. Dawnstar would tread across the territory silently as she tried to settle her thoughts, or at the very least, avoid the plaguing sleep that dragged her into thinking about things she'd rather have buried behind her. Things that weren't worth remembering. Like Shadowclan, and a particular cat that used to walk among them. Or like her family. She'd shake her head violently then begin to pad towards the stream. Maybe if she dunked her head in some cold water she'd be able to wake herself up.

The scent of another would be picked up until it was practically slapping the groggy leader in the face, and by that point, it was far too late to turn around and head in a different direction. Hell, she could already see her deputy with those sky blue eyes of her's. Heading somewhere else would just make it seem like she was avoiding him, something she'd rather not be accused of doing. She'd force her body into the most regal, commanding, and least tired looking form it could possibly be as she continued forward, taking a drink beside him. Even if she couldn't dunk her head into the water without seeming like a maniac, maybe a drink would wake her up? She'd pull back, staring at her reflection for a moment.

"So Gorsewhisker, what has you out of camp at this hour?"

I'LL SET YOU UP AGAINST THE STARS

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[Frostmask]

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Ever get the feeling of not wanting to sleep? Well, that was how Frostmask felt. The medicine cat was feeling quite restless, she didn't want to go into her nest and cuddle up to fall into a deep slumber only to be disturbed by the rays of the bitter sun. As much as it warmed her, the sun's ray always penetrated her deepest slumbers, like the one where there was this rabbit saying strange things and of course there was... enough about that. The point was the sun never failed to wake her up. Bitter, but sweet... Frostmask thought. The medicine cat looked back at her nest, and smirked. Sleep wouldn't get this cat... for now. Frostmask let her foot take control as she half ran half walked. Her legs ended up leading her to the lake where Dawnstar and Gorsewhisker were getting quite comfortable. Frostmask smirked as Dawnstar asked Gorsewhisker a question. I could ask you the same Frostmask thought as the medicine cat observed with her frosty blue eyes. A few heartbeats later, Frostmask found herself in the scene with Gorsewhisker and DawnstarThe more the merry! Frostmask thought gleefully with a ever-so innocent smirk. "I could ask the same of you Dawnstar. I guess we all don't want to sleep tonight hmmm?" Frostmask mewed as her whiskers twitched with amusement wondering how the leader would respond to her rough tone. She must be used to my sharp tongue by now Frostmask thought.

XXX You don't want to mess with me tonight XXX

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muse: 6/10
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[Gorsewhisker]

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Gorsewhisker could see Dawnstar descending towards the stream a long while before she spotted him; it was obvious how exhausted she was, from the sudden flare of recognition when she neared nose-to-nose contact with him, to the sudden composure she seemed to gain as a result from that recognition. Apparently he wasn't the only feline who had problems sleeping within camp grounds. He was surprised that he hadn't seen her wander out this far in the night beforehand - it must not have been a regular occurrence, or if it was, they had subconsciously stayed out of one another's path. It was quite obvious that the leader was trying her hardest to seem as hard-ass and aware as possible, and he didn't want to be getting a lash of her tongue in the morning. He quietly ignored her as she nearly plunged her whole face into the water to get a drink. He probably would never have spoken to her if she hadn't turned her attention directly on him.

" So Gorsewhisker, what has you out of camp at this hour?"

It was so obvious - StarClan was placing this chance in front of him on a silver platter. Why, a sign from StarClan could never have been so obvious! This moment would go down in history as the day that the deputy received his own den, away from the plebeians that reigned the place nowadays. With a small purr, he hoped the leader wasn't too awake (though that didn't seem to be a problem) and began his rant. "Well, Dawnstar, you see, my fellow denmates are a bit, well, disg-"

" I could ask the same of you Dawnstar. I guess we all don't want to sleep tonight hmmm?"

Shit. Gorsewhisker wheeled around, looking to see which of his clanmates he had offended, only to relax as he saw it was only the lovely medicine cat, miss Frostmask. Or, should he say, once-lovely. He remembered the female as a kitten - nowadays he preferred to remember her as that cheerful kitten he could frighten rather than the snappy medicine cat with a face full of scars. It was a shame, really.

"We should all just have a slumber party in the middle of the moors, right? That'll be a sight to see when RiverClan comes calling; all of the best cats in WindClan laying in a heap."

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[Dawnstar]

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A voice would be heard from behind the leader, and she'd turn her head and let her bright blue eyes study the scarred face of her medicine cat, "So it seems the darling Frostmask decided to join us as well," she'd say, coldly. The girl wasn't too fond of her medicine cat, her mentor had been far closer to Dawnstar, but she'd get over it. Frostmask got her job done, and Dawnstar couldn't truly yell at her for being rude. She'd have to get over it.

Gorsewhisker had started speaking and hadn't finished, so Dawn would quickly turn her attention back to him, "You were saying something Gorsewhisker? Sorry, I didn't hear what you had said, Frostmask spoke right through you." Someone was awfully passive aggressive. Being tired was beginning to get to her, and as a result, her patience was too low for this. Regardless, she had to deal with it. She was leader, and she'd just get over it.

"Frostmask, what has you out of camp? Shouldn't you be watching over our sick cats? Or did you forget to replenish your herbs during the day?" Could a medicine cat really go all day without any herbs? It seemed like an absurd thing to think, but whatever. She wasn't a medicine cat. She was a warrior to her clan, and a leader. The leader.

The moon was quickly falling, a deep blue was dying her pelt a dark brown, rather than its fiery orange shade. In truth, she was beginning to look more like a tawny tabby than anything. "If you must know though, I decided to check the borders before heading off to sleep, maybe hunting a bit while I was out." Sure, because all of the rabbits are scurrying around at night. At least it was an attempt at usefulness though, right?

The wind would blow slightly, sending the scent of Riverclan over, putrid and swampy, almost fish-like with a terrible scent. She'd exhale quickly, grimacing. They always smelled terrible. What ever happened to proper hygiene? Sure, they lived by the river, but they didn't need to smell like it. The plains of Windclan at least smelled good.

"It'll be the most intimidating slumber paty ever, Gorsewhisker." A smug grin pulling it's way across her tired face.

I'LL SET YOU UP AGAINST THE STARS

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[Frostmask]

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Frostmask's ears perked as Gorsewhisker began to speak. Oh please, we're not that disgusting Frostmask thought with spite. "He's probably going to rant on about how much we need to make a new den just for the deputy and etc. I've heard him talk about it one too many time, Dawnstar,"[/b] Frostmask sighed. It was true though. Gorsewhisker has almost talked about it non stop to himself under his breath. He even had the nerve to say they were disgusting.(or maybe they smelt of too much moorland that would explain it) Frostmask still remember Gorsewhisker and her as kits with Gorsewhisker always scaring the wits out of her on occasions. Now if only that fire hadn't happen she could have been a regular apprentice not a medicine cat apprentice and then she could have been a warrior then... enough about that, it was something Frostmask could rant on for quite a while. "If you haven't noticed Dawnstar, it's new-leaf not leaf-bare, most of the cats are not sick. I do wonder how RiverClan would react with us here after all we are quite near their precious border no?[/b] Frostmask smirked as she eyed the border with their rival Clan. This was going to be one big night...

XXX You don't want to mess with me tonight XXX

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word count: 210 words
muse: 6/10
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[Gorsewhisker]

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"So it seems that the darling Frostmask has decided to join us,"

If Gorsewhisker and Dawnstar were considered 'friends', Dawnstar and Frostmask were definitely not - if it wasn't clear by the leader's cold tone as she acknowledged the medicine cat's approach. Night-time was notorious for letting harsh words fly, as a cat's control over their own mind slipped into oblivion. Gorsewhisker quite frankly wanted to be alone, and though his opportunity was presented to him on a silver platter the irritation he felt crackling even more in his pelt - pretty soon all of WindClan will be gathered beside this river! - was almost unbearable. Perhaps it would be better to talk to the leader in private sometime. StarClan knew what the medicine cat would say about the subject.

" You were saying something Gorsewhisker? Sorry, I didn't hear what you had said, Frostmask spoke right through you."

Gorsewhisker smiled appropriately, once again speaking up. Perhaps it truly would be a good idea to escort her somewhere else and talk about this somewhere else. Not all conversation was to be heard in front of a medicine cat, who probably gossiped to others while she did her work (what else would she do while her patients were drowning in blood?) "Well, Dawnstar, actually, I was wondering if we-"

" He's probably going to rant on about how much we need to make a new den just for the deputy and etc. I've heard him talk about it one too many times, Dawnstar."

StarClan, he took back what he said about the medicine cat being pretty. He wasn't very well acquainted with the medicine cat, and besides his childhood antics he hadn't been very rude to her at all. What was up with cats these days and their grudges? It wasn't very becoming, especially from a pretty little female such as herself. Shooting her a glare, he flattened his ears and growled, "Maybe you should mind your own business, medicine cat. Maybe you should get back to your den."

He ignored the banter between the leader and medicine cat (if anything, that would put him at the leader's side in the verbal battle that would probably take place if Frostmask didn't hightail it back to her den), instead sitting back at the river and taking another drink from the river. Thankfully, it wasn't so disgusting that the water tasted of RiverClanners as well. He didn't know how the RiverClanners still swam in it (ugh! The thought of RiverClanners swimming in their drinking water made him want to puke) without stinking it up with their smell of rotting fish.

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