STREET LIGHTS - OPEN, NIGHTMARE

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He awoke with a jolt. Orbs wide. The angel turns his face to where he thought the scream had come from and stretches his wings rapidly, before he springs up into the air with beating wings and looks around the treehouses. Cloudwatching recognizes the voice as Littlekit's and manages to follow her scent so he can find her treehouse. Silently, he walks in after he happened to find it. His luminous orbs rest on her small and sleeping frame. So she was asleep? Had it been his imagination? He was unsure, but he decided to stay anyways, because he was unsure.

Then he looks at her face, seeing a little frown. "...Littlekit?" His vocals were hushed. "Are you sick?"

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[justify][font=georgia]supernatural had a very well hidden side to her. it was a side that she liked to believe was dead, a side that she liked to think would never come to light again because it was the shittiest part of her. it was the failing side of her, the internal disappointment that had once been able to flourish and in the same moment that it had first sprung up, it was squashed, murdered, ended. it died, and withered behind the cold shell that emerged beyond her. she couldn't let that side flourish again, it was too soft, too kind...

too motherly.

"hey, i'm coming in."

the black molly announced, coming in to see cloudwatching and littlekit, the former awake and the latter pretending to sleep. it was her super power, really -- she could tell when kids were pretending to sleep or lying about having eaten. she'd call it her mom senses but she never really had a chance to put those into practice so instead she drank herself to sleep and pretended not to care. now though... now she moved closer to littlekit and huffed a little, not unkindly.

"hey hon. did you have a nightmare?"

there was a softness in her voice, but she couldn't send pity to anyone. no, she wasn't the type to pity -- she understood, more than anything, remembering nights of waking up in cold sweats and trying to cut off her cries, desperate not to alert others to her pain. but she made poor decisions, should never be considered a role model.

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[align=center][spoiler=tags 17/10][justify][font=georgia]GENERAL!
★ supernatural
★ female
★ daughter of jager x npc
★ two years
★ reluctant warrior of riverclan
★ single, 'divorced', crushing on cytus

APPEARANCE!
★ domestic feline
-- black fur w green eyes
-- nerve damage renders her unable to use her extremities, she can walk with braces on her front legs
-- burn scars on her body, chunk of flesh missing from the back of her neck
-- athletic, lean build
-- pcp withdrawals

PERSONALITY!
★ hella rude, snappy, cold, and a bit of a b*tch
★ loose morals, running from her past, everyone's drunk aunt
★ going through withdrawals, feisty, protective, slow to trust

INTERACTION!
★ physically medium due to injuries, mentally intermediate
★ dark green for attacks
★ no kill, pm for capture/injury

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Nightmares. They were the bane of his existence. They were always there, whether he was asleep or if they were happening around him at the same time. The over sized cougar had dealt with many different types of nightmares. There were some where it was him and he ended up losing control of the demonic like creature inside of him and he ended up killing everyone around him. There were those where he was frozen in place and he had to watch as everyone he loved was either killed by Hollows, or killed by the Chains that he had come to know and hate so much. There were times where it was him getting tortured by those that he cared about. The ones that he had considered friends. Ichigo no longer had 'dreams'. Instead, in his mind there was nothing but constant nightmares after all. He couldn't sleep, as each time he slept he was just plagued with nightmares after all. Ichigo believed that there shouldn't be a reason for him to sleep if he was just going to get tortured by his very own mind and wake up sooner or later anyway. So, this meant that for several days at a time, he would stay awake and would just do something productive that was around camp. This meant that for several days, he wouldn't sleep even for a couple moments. Keeping himself sleep deprived wasn't the greatest thing that he could mark down actually, it was probably one of his worst ideas. So one would ask how he got sleep int he first place? If he felt like he was about to pass out from exhaustion, then he would go to his treehouse, right before it happened. There, he would faint for several hours at a time before waking up and continuing the process all over again. No one has been able to tell his process though. It seemed the max amount of days he could go without sleeping would be three days. That was well enough though, since there were couple of days where Hawkclan wasn't nearly as active all the time, which meant that he could get away with doing that. Insomnia probably wasn't the right word to describe how Ichigo was mentally right now. Ichigo didn't constantly just worry about the nightmares that he had when he closed his eyes, but he had to worry about if visions would pop up when he was awake. It was exactly what had happened when Littlekit had asked him if he had any children, and that had triggered quite a lot in his memory that he thought he had locked away forever so that he could never remember such tragedies. Turns out he was wrong about all that, and he was suffering all over again. Especially after what had recently happened to Cytus, as he was the one to blame. If he was still a Shinigami, then that meant he would have been able to save the other from such terrible pain all the more quickly. He knew that the Hollow that was inside one of his best friends was probably out to kill him like everything else, and also after taking over Cytus's body. This made Ichigo paranoid that there was a demonic like creature that would just be waiting around the borders to see what would happen if one strayed too close and claim another victim.

Ichigo was currently in his own treehouse. He was staring outside of the massive window that was in the same room as him. After all, he had decided to stay in the middle of night all alone by himself which was the worst thing that he could possibly do. He hallucinated a lot while he was alone, which was why he sought to be around those that he cared about, or really around anyone in general. What Lunae had told him not too long ago was making him anxious. What if she could restore the way he had been long ago? What if that was actually physically possible without getting himself killed? Ichigo believed that he might be able to trust her considering that she was a Thunderclanner, and Thunderclanners wouldn't let a type of murderer or someone that liked enjoying other's pain into their clan. At least that's what he had been hoping. The armored wildcat still wasn't sure if he could truly trust her and her abilities though even if she was the happy go lucky type. While he was pondering this though, Ichigo felt something touch his side. With an immediate response, Ichigo got up onto his paws and turned himself around rather quickly. Wincing slightly though at the quick movements thanks to that his shoulder was currently stitched up from the wound that he had gotten from Cytus. Immediately as soon as he felt something touch his side, Ichigo knew that this wasn't going to be good. He closed his eyes and tried to tell himself that he was alone. There was no one in the room with him. There were no scents indicating that there was anyone there. He couldn't hear anything either. His brow was furrowed as his body started to shake. He was losing the fight, because as soon as he opened his eyes, there was a face in front of him. The Hawkclan leader shouted out in shock as she stumbled a little bit backward at the sight that was in front of him. He turned his head away, his dark brown optics wide as he clutched his head with his paws. "You aren't real." Ichigo whispered. He listened to the thing chuckle, and he listened to her voice. No. He wasn't seeing HER again. He wasn't seeing her. She wasn't there. She had died years ago! He had seen it. "You aren't real." He was trying to convince himself. He was keeping his gaze from looking at the astral figure, and turned his body all the way around so that he was looking out the window. He realized too late that he was able to to see the figure in the reflection of the glass, and he couldn't force himself to move more than that. He watched as the figure came up beside him, blood dripping down her face. [color=green]"N...ee-sa...n" The vision said as she spread open her lips to look up at her older brother. Ichigo's vision started to become blurry with the tears that were building up. The form had taken the shape of Yuzu. One of his dead sisters. "You aren't real!" Ichigo snarled as he turned around to face the hallucination. As soon as he did that, Ichigo realized that there was nothing there anymore. He was panting heavily from the panic that he had just went through. He was looking down at his paws and realized that he had unsheathed his claws and were digging them so hard into the hardwood flooring that the area around his claws were starting to blood. He cursed low under his breath as he was about to sit himself down.

Until he heard the scream. He wasn't sure if that scream was a hallucination or not, but it sounded familiar to him. Ichigo's rounded ears perked as he turned his head to look outside of the window again, and noticed that there were a couple black figures that were rushing to a specific treehouse. Cursing again, the Hawkclan leader rushed toward the stairs that led down to the lobby. Had someone gotten hurt? Were they getting raided? It sounded like someone had been in pain that was for sure. He rushed down the stairs, his armor making plenty of noise to alert those that might be sleeping in the lobby that he was coming down. He didn't even wait for the last step as he leaped down when he had enough room. Speeding out of the treehouse, he sprinted over toward the treehouse that everyone was going to. Familiar scents filled his nostrils as he skidded to a stop in front of the door. Ichigo obviously seemed panicked, which he deserved to be after what he had just saw. "What's going on? Is anyone hurt?" Ichigo asked as he looked around, his eyes almost darting wildly before he was actually able to take in the scent that was in front of him. Everyone seemed to be looking at Littlekit, and since the situation didn't involve anyone that was close to death, the Hawkclan leader forced himself to calm down. "Hey Littlekit are you okay?" Ichigo questioned as he took a tentative step forward, but almost seem to hesitate.
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He glanced at Supernatural, Ichigo and Badgerkit when they had also entered Littlekit's treehouse.

A sigh of relief parted his pink lips when Littlekit slowly sat up and answered their bewildered questions. Littlekit had swept away most of the concerns for her in his head. The thing was that he recalled her screaming, which left him puzzled. He was also sure that the scream belonged to her so she couldn't be completely fine. Lucid orbs narrowed and his tone hardened. "Why are you lying? You're not fine. We heard you screaming." His orbs were piercing into her.

"And you?" Cloudwatching spun around to where Littlekit's words had been directed towards. Ichigo. That's when she noticed how Ichigo looked. Albeit, the enormous cougar had manged to calm down, the angel still spotted how hair-rising he looked. His jaw stood a little agape. What was going on with these two tonight? "Should I lull you two back to sleep?" The request was surprising, but the angel was serious. Cloudwatching was wondering if this had anything to do with that Halloween was nearing.

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When it came to lying about his feelings, Ichigo could probably be considered an expert on that subject since he had been doing that ever since he had joined the clans in the first place. He didn't want others to worry about him, since that would probably distract them from their daily lives in the first place, which Ichigo didn't want to have anyone go through that again. He was known for dragging his friends into his personal issues, whether he had asked them to help him, or if it just ended up happening. Sometimes Ichigo often felt like he was cursed, as he never wanted anyone to get into his personal business because there was nothing but pain and sorrow for those that would try and get close to him. A great example is Cytus. Although it technically wasn't his fault, just probably the fault that Cytus was related to a Death God that had been extremely powerful, and that had caused the Hollow to want and attack him like that. He could have prevented anything like that from happening if he had his powers. If he had just been stronger, all of his friends would be alive instead of being buried in the ground. Ichigo knew what it was like to have constant despair, and was wondering what his Inner world probably looked like. He could bet that it constantly rained there, which was a symbol of his despair. The last time he had entered his inner world, it had looked perfectly fine, and one of his friends had been there with him as they had tried to figure out what had been happening. It was hard work dealing with him himself, as there were points where he was just wondering if he should even try anymore. Everyone was going to die sooner or later, whether that would be while he was still alive, it didn't matter because the guilt would still eat him alive.

Ichigo watched Littlekit react to him. He was glad that he was able to calm himself in such a short matter of time. Maybe the feeling of protecting his clanmates had overridden the hallucination that he had just gone through. His dark brown optics narrowed at the Hawkclanner as he twitched the black tip of his tail behind him. He felt like she was lying to him. There had been plenty of instances where others around him had nightmares, and he was there to find them and try to offer comfort. He blinked his gaze as he looked at the others that were gathered around him. Didn't Littlekit see that they were there to help her? If she didn't want to talk about it though, that was up to her. A low sigh escaped his jaws as he raised a paw and rubbed the side of his face. He had sheathed his claws on the way over here from the panic that he had back in his treehouse. "Look, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Just know that we'll be here for you okay? All of us." Ichigo said as he lowered his paw, offering the former Exiler a grin from his lips. He truly meant the words too, as he wasn't going to let her dwell in the darkness alone after all. He was their leader, and it was his job to make sure that he was safe. Ichigo weaved his way in between his clanmates as he made his way over to sit down beside Littlekit. He winced a little bit from the pain that erupted from his shoulder that was all bandaged and stitched up from when Cytus had attacked him. It didn't bother him all that much, but considering that the wound had almost gone down to his shoulder blade, it meant that a lot of the muscle there was damaged, causing him to walk with a slight limp in turn of that. Once he sat himself down, he aimed to gently drape his tail over the small kitten, in a movement of comfort. He probably wasn't the best, as he had watched his own children die. Hearing Littlekit scream only moments ago reminded him of how his children screamed when they were ripped apart.

The last thing the Hawklcan leader expected though, was everyone's attention to turn toward him. He seemed a little bit surprised at Littlekit's accusation, and seemed to not understand what she meant for a couple moments. Was she talking about her shoulder? Or how he had looked so panicked a little ago? Either way, Ichigo was of course going to lie. He was never okay when it came to his own mind, after all that had happened to him. He had lost everything and had nearly lost his home a month ago. He had been able to save his home from being completely destroyed, and yet he still felt empty inside like there was nothing to fill the void in his slowly darkening heart. A huff escaped his jaws as he shuffled his paws under him. "Eh? I'm fine of course. Hearing someone screaming kinda does that to someone." Ichigo pointed out, but it was a blank lie as he raised one of his paws and rubbed the back of his neck like he did when he was anxious or nervous. Great, the last thing he needed was for everyone's attention to turn to him. While Littlekit had been the one to go through the most trauma here in just the past couple of moments. The next thing he knew even Cloud was turning to look at him, and his brow furrowed. Hey, did he really look that bad to his clanmates? Maybe, but he was trying his best. One of his rounded ears flicked as the other seemed to accuse him of something, while asking if he should be lulled to sleep. A low chuckle escaped his jaws as he waved his paw in the air almost dismissively. "Yeah right. I'm not tired." The Hawkclan leader lied again. There was no way he was going to reveal his problems with so many faces that were around. It would be an incredibly bad idea. Anyone that he grew close to died. That was the simple fact that he had come across, and it was only solidified with what had happened with Cytus recently that anyone close to him was subject to be tortured.
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[justify][font=georgia]nat let a little suspicion raise in response to ichigo's presence, if only because she wasn't sure whether or not the other was suffering from something. he looked off, something wrong about the way he held himself, and nat had seen people trying to hide themselves, was one of those people... but littlekit was a child and ichigo could wait for now. she wasn't sure she'd check on him or not, reluctant to get too close to anyone, but apparently that was all worthless as she worried about this crooked jawed kid. too similar to her. when badger showed up, the black molly would absently try to pull her close, moving a braced leg around the child in an almost motherly fashion. she was glad that badger showed such kindness to someone, felt that inkling of pride in her heart.

but that didn't stop the situation at hand, and nat looked with her dulled gaze at littlekit, an honest ring to her words as she deigned to speak.
"no shame in it. can't imagine many people have easy sleep."

she might've been a hypocrite, sure, but she hated when people pushed away help. she was a protector, desiring to keep others safe. hell, in riverclan she was head of search and rescue, the frontline of recovery when someone was in trouble. yet she couldn't help the way she wished she could, couldn't offer kindness and gentle words like some people deserved. like children deserved. and as mature as littlekit was, she was still a child. then, there were accusations set towards ichigo and nat laughed dryly, unable to help her sarcasm brewing even at this late hour. despite the presence of smaller children, she was a naturally harsh creature and narrowed her green gaze at ichigo before turning back to littlekit.

"yeah, we're here for each other. whether you're a kitten or our "glorious" leader, everyone is looking out for you."

if she had eyebrows, they'd be quirked, smooth and quick to point out hypocrisy despite her own. she cast a sideways glance to ichigo, making clear her opinion on his sudden calm -- she was used to hiding things from people too, used to dealing with her demons all by herself, and it takes one to know one. if she hadn't seen him come in, she wouldn't have been able to tell something had happened. but as it was, the cripple was formulating a plan, and feigned a yawn.

[coolor=#008917]"y'know, i'm pretty damn tired, and it's a hell of a walk back to where i've been sleeping on these legs. mind if i stay here for the night? maybe badger too?"[/color]

it wasn't a lie really -- she was dead fxcking tired and getting from point a to point b was awful. but she had ulterior motives, a motherly streak hidden below her cruelty.

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[align=center][spoiler=tags 17/10][justify][font=georgia]GENERAL!
★ supernatural
★ female
★ daughter of jager x npc
★ two years
★ reluctant warrior of riverclan
★ single, 'divorced', crushing on cytus

APPEARANCE!
★ domestic feline
-- black fur w green eyes
-- nerve damage renders her unable to use her extremities, she can walk with braces on her front legs
-- burn scars on her body, chunk of flesh missing from the back of her neck
-- athletic, lean build
-- pcp withdrawals

PERSONALITY!
★ hella rude, snappy, cold, and a bit of a b*tch
★ loose morals, running from her past, everyone's drunk aunt
★ going through withdrawals, feisty, protective, slow to trust

INTERACTION!
★ physically medium due to injuries, mentally intermediate
★ dark green for attacks
★ no kill, pm for capture/injury

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