08-12-2018, 12:47 AM
CAPTAINPAW
✯ — YOUNG LOVERS AND THEY ARE NOT SLEEPING
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he's not sure why he's out here, firstly. captainpaw was out passed his bedtime by a longshot for certain. the calico tom had gone home at dusk and greeted his family for the night. got tucked in. read to. kissed goodnight and was ready for a good night sleep to give him enough energy for the following day.
sleep never came.
something was nagging at the boy. he wasn't sure what, but his body was restless. tossing and turning. kicking the sheets off, pulling them back over him. the pillows were either too soft or too stiff. there was never a right position to lay in. eventually captainpaw got fed up with it and stood from his bed with a grumpy scowl. he figured a walk would tire him out quickly. though, he had never been out in the jungle so late. not even out to the shoreline. the latest ever being was when they had set off the lanterns a month back.
it frightened him at first. the odd noises. the shadows that played tricks on his imaginations and made him look over his shoulder constantly. the tom was happy to make a break for the water once his paws reached the sand and felt his heartbeat ease as they hit the water. he stood there for a few moments, unsure as to where this burst of energy came from. he certainly was tired when he got home. now, he felt like he could swim to the mainland.
his kelly green gaze shifts as something captures his attention, and he notices vandals glowing green markings, moving steadily across the beach cap began to move toward her, perhaps maybe she could help him figure out what was wrong and then... she... fell asleep?
there's a pause in his step. the boy watched as argus comes forward. then rosemary, snapping at them for something. he's not sure what, but he can hear the tone of her voice from where he is then fischer; she's nice. he can't make out the words, but the moment comes where cap realizes vandal had not fallen asleep, and was perhaps hurt. he continued onward, though this time with more urgency in his pace and rushed to vndal's side, gently placing a paw on jher side opposite of the injured shoulder.
"vandal? what did you do..." he whined, his nose scrunched up at the scent surrounding her and looking to rosemary and fischer. "can you fix her? she smells... sick." death, would probably be more accurate, but he hasn't experienced that yet. the closest being to goldenluxury's own incident.
sleep never came.
something was nagging at the boy. he wasn't sure what, but his body was restless. tossing and turning. kicking the sheets off, pulling them back over him. the pillows were either too soft or too stiff. there was never a right position to lay in. eventually captainpaw got fed up with it and stood from his bed with a grumpy scowl. he figured a walk would tire him out quickly. though, he had never been out in the jungle so late. not even out to the shoreline. the latest ever being was when they had set off the lanterns a month back.
it frightened him at first. the odd noises. the shadows that played tricks on his imaginations and made him look over his shoulder constantly. the tom was happy to make a break for the water once his paws reached the sand and felt his heartbeat ease as they hit the water. he stood there for a few moments, unsure as to where this burst of energy came from. he certainly was tired when he got home. now, he felt like he could swim to the mainland.
his kelly green gaze shifts as something captures his attention, and he notices vandals glowing green markings, moving steadily across the beach cap began to move toward her, perhaps maybe she could help him figure out what was wrong and then... she... fell asleep?
there's a pause in his step. the boy watched as argus comes forward. then rosemary, snapping at them for something. he's not sure what, but he can hear the tone of her voice from where he is then fischer; she's nice. he can't make out the words, but the moment comes where cap realizes vandal had not fallen asleep, and was perhaps hurt. he continued onward, though this time with more urgency in his pace and rushed to vndal's side, gently placing a paw on jher side opposite of the injured shoulder.
"vandal? what did you do..." he whined, his nose scrunched up at the scent surrounding her and looking to rosemary and fischer. "can you fix her? she smells... sick." death, would probably be more accurate, but he hasn't experienced that yet. the closest being to goldenluxury's own incident.
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