running with the wolves tonight | insomnia

It was a bright night under the moon, the priest of the night which gave its blessings to the nearby stars for them to shine royal. An omniscent silence was embracing the BloodClanners who were either sleeping in serenity or taking advantage of the concealing night to stalk their prey. Either ways, everyone had found something to keep themselves busy, except the Abyssinian who stood alone in a crimson room looking through the cracked window in which she could see her even more crooked expression. She was troubled by her thoughts, sleep never seemed to trick her into a long nap, and she could not keep her eyes away from the reflection of her deformed bronze pelt which she had done to herself. It appeared as if her bronze trophy had rusted because of her ill virtues. Artdeco, the Narcissist, had butchered her own appearance through chewing on, and plucking her own pelt around her tail. She could not found a way to let her anger out other than to scream into a void, and make irrational decisions. What had pushed her to the edge of madness, then? Was it worth it? The cider pelted feline knew she had gone way out of her character in particular events, yet she could not blame herself for her actions. Her only regret was to destroy her own perfect figure, and her bronze pelt.

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Previously, Artdeco was not a villain of her story. Narcissism and possessions remained her only weaknesses apart from her weak figure, yet her emerald eyes had never gleamed with the green of envy. She was not blood-thirsty either; the feline’s pearl fangs and translucent claws had never dug into flesh. If she had been asked then, she would never believe that one day she would be enclosed in BloodClan borders.

Her obsession for possesions, and the never ending admiration she had for herself was the resultant of her mother’s endearments. Dee’s mother was a loving mother, and a pretty femme she was. Dee certainly carried the same emerald hues as her mother’s, and it was a blessing by then, yet now a curse. The bronze femme’s mother told Dee to be proper in etiquette, and appearance as a lady should be like. Growing up, Dee was always complimented on her neat physique, yet it did not matter after her spotlight was taken away from a stranger - a stranger that was way prettier than Dee was.

Dee did not mind receiving less attention. She wanted to convince herself that she was not an attention seeker or a drama queen. An obvious lie those were, she began shoving her envy under the bed. Her possessions - which she partially stole from the Twolegs - did not matter, and the funny insignificance of her religion stole her respect for her surroundings. Day by day, the cost of a life was as cheap as a market jewellery.

It was the early night when she decided to stain her claws with the sickening blood. Her value was lessened in her small community, she did not feel superior or pretty anymore, and she felt the necessity to turn it into a survival contest - regardless how dumb it sounded. The envy was built, it was unbreakable, and it was nearing to dangerous dosage. Dee slit the throat of the NPC beauty queen, in irrational hopes to gain the dead’s beauty.

Upon the discovery of murder, she was called insane for her obsessions. Little did they know even the dumbest of obsessions were stronger than any spiritual religion the strays believed in, and Artdeco was right on her behalf. Alienated, she was forced to seek shelter; a new home.

The trauma of her first kill left some parts of her memory blank, as she was especially missing details of her previous home. Dee did not mind, as long as the voids did not cause headaches. However, she could not handle the isolation, and hurt herself. It was no serious damage, but it was not a healthy decision either. She remembered one of the cats saying that she belonged to BloodClan, and instinctively made her way in.

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Dee glanced at her tail that lacked fur here and there. It sure was in better condition, and the reason behind her insomnia was not pain. It was her uncontrollable impulsive emotional breakdowns that haunted her sleep.

//in short: she is in a room, and cannot sleep

Artdeco’s bright galaxies followed the silhouette of the familiar kit from the broken glass; she had to narrow her big greens in order to make out the company’s identity. Although the Abyssinian assumed that some of her clanmates also had trouble sleeping; she figured that sleep was a tyrant in these lands she called home now. Relieved with the thick coated feline’s presence - she would not admit, as Artdeco and Morgan remained acquaintances, yet she found the stoic obsidian’s existence merry and amusing - the femme pointed her maw in the direction of him. She examined the inquiring expression of the male, and gave a nonchalant shrug. "Can’t blame myself, I’m still taking my time familiarizing myself with the new environment. It’s quite a comfortable mansion in crimson, though. I may need to count the stars, name a few, see the early lights, and then maybe I may pass out. Bet no one is attentive to constellations anymore. I may flatter them while I can." Her attempt to give a satisfactory answer sounded weak, anyone who stared at the slender feline long enough could call her response nonsense. Nevertheless, she offered a faint smile that reflected her admiration for his visit. ”Perhaps, I am just escaping from a possibility of a suffocating nightmare. Regardless, you don’t seem to get enough sleep either. You don’t speak too much either, do you dear?“ Her curious investigation fell pure, and far from rude. Her previous encounters with the feline felt familiar; in utter silence. It would take a lot of patience and reservedness for a kit to remain soundless.

What came surprising was the other feline’s arrival; the bronze femme’s pointy ears flicked in unison as a reaction to her apology. “Oh dear, you sure are not interrupting anything. Quite a lovely lady you are, what’s your name kit?” She guessed that the duo could be siblings, but she did not raise her assumption in her tone. Better meet all the kits around town.