repay me,
in kind
Sleeping in the sticky, humid heat of the pocosin is already hard enough. Bluegale finds it hard to take a decent nap in the middle of the day, when the air is the thickest with a dank quality. Perhaps it is not the heat that bothers him so much as the moisture that nearly suffocates the air that is inhabits. The nights are not much better, though. Especially not during the unforgiving greenleaf months. Bluegale dreads what it might be like when bareleaf comes around. Will they be subjected to muddy slush? Will he have to cuddle with clanmates like Jadethorn and Wolfpack? He would rather not.
Bluegale is already tossing and turning. He doesn't feel particularly restless about anything, but rather finds that the nighttime noises, whispers of night-owl clanmates, and the leftover warmth of the swamp from the daytime are all wrapping him in a blanket of wakefulness. His irritation grows, attention flipping quick from one thing to the next among those which are bothering him. "Will you stop kicking me?!" Bluegale hisses at the cat closest to him from where he lies in his shitty, makeshift nest "I have important things to do in the morning. You are making this impossible...!"
He huffs and stands up to rearrange himself once again, but finds that the moss he has unskillfully gathered is tattered and basically disintegrating beneath his paws. Bluegale ragefully kicks his moss remains over, uncaring if they hit another of his clanmates. They are all particularly inconsiderate sleepers anyway, he thinks. How is anyone supposed to get sleep in this swamp?
/ i was inspired by learning that shadowclan's camp is a sleeping free for all :3
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