Open Camp TIED MYSELF IN, TIED MYSELF TOO TIGHT [ sleep conflicts ]

[bluegale bluegale]

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
@FLEAFIRE @Jadethorn @Hollowmist @Coalstrike asked to be tagged, but you dont have to wait!

 

[MIREPURR]

Mirepurr is an easy and fast sleeper usually, but their recent late night patrol means that they had tucked themself into their nest way past some of their Clanmates tonight. The night's chill attempts to cool their plush fur onto bearable temperatures, but the remnants of a hot greenleaf day fight against it stubbornly.

Still, it isn't the weather that keeps them awake. Their ear twitches as they hear the tell-tale rustling of someone trying to burrow deeper into moss... seemingly to no avail, because the rustling does not stop afterwards. Curious, Mirepurr lifts their head with a bleary blink—only to find ravaged bits of Bluegale's nest rolling towards them.

"It wasn't me,"

comes the quick defense, lest Bluegale grows suspicious of their quick rousing and accuses them of being the kicking culprit.

"Perhaps we can move your nest a bit further."

Mirepurr hopes the suggestion comes across as what it's meant to be: an offering of help.

"And fluff out your nest with some proper moss... no wonder you couldn't fall asleep in this!"

They paw at the pitiful scraps like they could build it anew without any additional materials.

 

[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

A low, rumbling growl vibrated from Coalstrike's chest as a pawful of moss landed squarely on his face. He peeled it off with a slow, scathing swipe, eyes narrowing into a sharp glower at the culprit. His tail lashed once... Then twice, striking the side of an unfortunate cat who had the audacity to lay too close anyway. " What is this nonsense? " he spat, tone edged with contempt. His amber gaze cut toward Bluegale with a withering glare. " Would you quiet down, kit. "

Still, the child had a point, it was too crowded. Apprentices tangled over warriors like unruly brambles, no discipline, no order. His sharp eyes caught a flash of orange in the dark. Tickpaw. That mangy apprentice of Mirepurr. Fleapaw's brother. Apparently more woke from the commotion. With a heavy grunt, he pushed himself into a seated position, eyes cold as stone. " Perhaps youth should lie with youth, and warriors with warriors. " he growled, voice carrying through the crammed space. " It'd give us more room, instead of this... huddled mess. "

His eyes swept across the group, clearly daring anyone to challenge the logic in that.

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

• "speech"
  

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• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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Wolfpacks ear twitched, but he didn't move right away– just cracked an eye the color of sunset to see what the commotion was. Somewhere in the pile, Bluegale was throwing a fit, mirepurr was mumbling something about moss, and Coalstrike was saying something from toward the back of the pile. Someone– he wasn't sure who– shifted close enough that the irritated swipe of their tail dislodged a feather from the rim of his nest, the one Marbleshine had gifted him.

It wasn't rage that stirred in him. Not even frustrated, really. Just cold sort of annoyance that leaked into his bones. The feather wasn't special. Not in the way most cats meant it, anyways. It was just something pretty that Marbleshine had brought him. A prize that sat among the rest– a beetle shell that shone pleasantly, a completely intact weasel skull he'd found staring at him with empty sockets out in the swamp somewhere, the crushed bits of some plant he liked the smell of.

Things he liked for no real reason, but liked all the same– and he was getting tired of seeing them scattered, stepped on, or buried under the careless weight of someone elses flank.

He pushed himself upright in a single, fluid motion, a low rumble in his chest as he stood over the ruin of his space. "Some of you sleep like you're still on milk." His voice was low and lined with irritation. "Breaking into smaller groups is a start– but we need dedicated space as well. Nests that don't move based on where a cat feels like sleeping that night." It wouldn't help much if they broke into groups but still had to compete over who got the better spots in camp.

Like Sablestars den, or Cicadabuzzs, there needed to be a single spot to contain them. "We have options. The uprooted cedar, the patches of underbrush– even the camp walls are good for digging."

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

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• shadowclan deputy - male - mentoring Cloudberrypaw - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars