Oh Mr. Sandman... [OPEN!] Mar 9, 2013 0:37:26 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Mar 9, 2013 0:37:26 GMT -5
Oh Mr. Sandman,
Won't You Bring Me A Dream?
"I'll get it!"
Shouted a small, plush tortoiseshell kitten, the little tom bounding away from the group with an energetic spring in his mottled feet, eyes bright and full of a usual kittenish innocence. These bursts of energy were frequent when he'd just been woken up from one of his 'sleep attacks'; while they were both extremely inconvenient and utterly mystifying in the eyes of his Clanmates and Nursery-playmates, Hazekit had to admit, he liked the refreshing burst of energy and vigor he felt whenever he came out of those surprise slumbers.
Going to retrieve the mossball Whitekit and the others had tossed out of the nursery, Hazekit darted quickly around the traffic of incoming and outgoing warriors, not bothered by the makeshift camp or the fact that the ground here was even a little soggier than he would've liked, ginger-flecked paws the same hue as mud by the time he reached the mossball. Got it!
"Be right there!" He mewed around the wad of moss in his mouth, intending to trot back with slightly less energy then he had expelled retrieving it.
Halfway to the nursery, it happened.
As though there were a genie on his shoulder, a spirit or a mystical cat with powers beyond the realm of StarClan and anything in between, had suddenly clapped their paws and he was caught under a spell. Eyelids drooping, the kitten's movements abruptly slowed, as did the train of thoughts in the little tom-kitten's head.
I'll be right...there...guys..don't...play without...
In the span of a few heartbeats, the NightClan kit was fast asleep in the middle of the thrown-together campsite, tail hanging loosely against the muddy, grassy earth, his head falling onto his chest and inevitably squishing the mossball against his tiny nose and muzzle, but not even that could wrench him free of Somnus's tight grip.