BROKEN CLOCKS - p, bluefrost

A spill of dreadful grays bloomed over the earth, rivulets of pale gunmetal alive as they dripped from the flooded seams of a peaty bed. There was a moment of silence, of quiet snoring and the softness of sleep that filled the gaps in the twigs of the nursery. Then a jarring stir - tiny shoulders had risen sharply from sleep, as if some amateur puppeteer was plucking strings to give the itty-bitty silhouette animation.

She was sitting now, restless - a freckled face had fallen upon the gentle curve of her neck, slouching as if the weight of sleeplessness had grown too heavy to carry. She had tried falling asleep about a bajillion times, but no matter how she tried to sleep, she just couldn’t! She figured that maybe nature wanted her to stay awake for now. Icy eyes squinted - still a touch too big for her plush face - adjusting to the drowsy haze of her surroundings and scanning the den for signs of movement, and then again, just to be sure.

She knew the queens must have been so sleepy from taking care of them all day, and her siblings were sleepy from playing so much, and that was okay! But now, she was lonely and nothing was particularly interesting. She found herself pushing out a sigh of boredom through salmon nostrils, exasperated by the lack of awake presences. And so, there she sat, by herself as she awkwardly shifted on her bed and poked and prodded the spongy moss beneath her in an attempt to make a game for herself. Bluefrost  

OOC: ahhh i'm so sorry it took me forever to make this!! take as much time as you need to respond :-) "☁"

It was, finally, a silhouette to address her that caught the pink in massive ears - Bluefrost!

She did not know the medicine cat very well - but she was gentle in nature, and she’d visit her and her siblings occasionally. Regardless, she couldn’t have been happier to see her! Stormykit had squinted, screwing the skin across the freckled greys across the bridge of her pale maw, as if carefully surveying the path to a possible conversation without accidentally stirring her sleeping siblings with her clumsy stride. Ah hah! It seemed the kitten, all at once, had found a proper trail, suddenly hoisting herself up on stumpy legs and hopping from her bed. Those large ears of hers sprung up with her movement immediately, popping upright almost comically as she scooted warily between nests and sprawled legs to reach the companion to visit her. “Hi!” She whispered hurriedly, making sure the shrillness of her voice didn’t carry loudly enough to disturb the rest of the nursery. Uninvited, as a child would, she would climb into a trodden and deflated nest, settling abruptly on her chubby rump near the medicine cat. Stormy wasn’t about to sit on the floor, after all, but she quickly realized white edging herself into a cozier position, that the moss had been too flat, and it wasn’t anymore comfortable than the dusty earth beneath it. She stayed anyways, shifting once, then twice, and then again - finding a place that had been a little more cushioned. It smelled faintly of someone else, she noted curiously, and it had been unrecognizable, but that was okay. “Can’t sleep either?” "☁"