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Another huff coming from his left, then the sounds of a cat leaving their nest. Was Doetuft irritated with him? It had sounded slightly huffier than her usual, exasperated huffs, which brought up the question: what had he done? The nest was cramped and they kept brushing together... which he supposed was even more awkward than the sharing a nest part. It wasn't his fault, though! Doetuft had been the one to drag him into the nest. He had been perfectly comfortable sleeping beside the nest, with all the room in the world for him to spread out. How was he expected to sleep with all his thoughts running rampant? This was all so distracting and he wasn't enjoying it. With a quiet grumble, Talonstone stood in the nest and walked around. Why? Why was he restless and thoughts running rampant when his eyes refused to stay open? This was... not right. He was exhausted but his body refused to cooperate. He wanted to run, he wanted to stretch, he wanted and seriously needed to sleep. Guardians. Could this day get any more irritating? The large tom cracked an eye open once again as Doetuft resettled herself into the nest. The scent of bird muffled his nose as a white bird was pushed towards him. Was that a dove? Why on earth would a dove be in the fresh-kill pile? It was probably a star-cursed omen of some sort. Luckily, Talonstone wasn't a medicine cat and could care less about the stars. Shifting into a position where his legs were tucked beneath his belly, the white warrior nosed the dove. It was plump. And white. Should he thank Doetuft for bringing it to him? The molly was still littered with scratches. Had she walked all the way to the fresh-kill pile and back on her own? His stomach had grumbled? He hadn't noticed. He probably wouldn't have noticed if a kit sat on him with how he was feeling at the moment. Talonstone held the dove down with a paw before tearing off a good-sized chunk of it and swallowing the flesh whole. It wasn't until then that he hsd noticed how absurdly hungry he'd been. How about Doetuft? Curiously, the white tom pushed the rest of the dove towards her in a... peace offering? A strange peace offering, but it was a dove... maybe that meant something? He was still hungry, yes, but hopefully one chunk would be enough to stop his stomach from grumbling like a traitor. Talonstone laid his head back onto his paws and covered his eyes with his fluffy tail. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would get some rest this time. Very likely, he wouldn't.