[P] excuse me, i could also be your girl

[seeingstars]

Honeysucklepaw ♦ He / Him ♦ Shadowclan warrior
Purrks:
♦ Dreamwalker - ACTIVE

Stars... it was late... Honeysuckle was tired. He just wanted peace and to sleep, but of course fate had other plans. The grey spotted tabby tom slowly drifted off to sleep, but quickly woke up in... the moor? Weird- Stars he felt uneasy, how did he get here and why was he here?

His amber gaze scanned the almost dreamlike Windclan landscape ahead of himself. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he hoped that this wasn't just a solo dream, he hoped he'd maybe see the Windclan apprentice he'd met at the gathering... What was his name... P... something- eurgh. He'd figure it out eventually.

The large apprentice slowed as the smell of another cat filled his nostrils, his heart skipped a beat, was that him? Honeysucklepaw's face heated up at the thought, he was embarrassed by how this Windclan cat had him acting. He felt... stupid almost. UGH. He'd been lost in his thoughts as he walked along, forgetting about the other cat's scent.

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[zeroisnthere]

Peonypaw
spotted brown oriental | he/him | teal eyes
“I dream of you, almost every night”

Peonypaw crawled into the apprentices after a long day. Training was great, but stars did it take a toll on him. He curled up into his mossy nest, wrapping his tail around him. All he wanted was to get some good rest, that was all he needed, and it didnt take long before the rosy brown tom was sleeping. The soft rise and fall of his chest matching his gentle snoring as brown eyelids covered sleepy teal eyes.

The oriental woke up on a slightly distorted piece of Windclan land. He must be dreaming. The night was quiet and the breeze was there as Peonypaw padded farther off from the territory. He stumbled into the perfect little area, cozy and calm, just what he needed. Something about this dream felt different to the brown tom. Everything was weirdly quiet, not even a mouse stirred. But something in the air caught Peony's attention just as he had settled into some weird, oddly familiar, unused den.

That scent, how could he not have recognized it sooner. It was the gray tabby from the gathering. He'd stuttered around Peony, that was mostly what the oriental remembered. His pelt was a blur but Peonypaw was sure he could remember it. Was he here? No way , right? Was Peony seriously dreaming about him?...

The scent picked up, getting stronger for a moment. The rosy brown tom sat up, ears perking. He rustled around in the den as he poked his head through the den entrance. That apprentice must be nearby, right? The tall oriental slid out from his den, crouching beside the shrubs near his newly found den as he peeked around, hoping to see the same pretty pelt from the gathering.

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