Time for bed... (Open.)

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The sun had long since sunk beneath the horizon, and Heatherheart was still awake, quietly looking at her beautiful kit, Reedkit. The little toom was lying, silent as anything, against her side, little flanks rising and falling. He was asleep, and, for once than quarter-moon, not having a nightmare.

Wanting to keep it that way, Heatherheart leaned down and whispered in his ear. It was the thing her mother had always said to her and her siblings before they went to sleep, or if they woke up after a nightmare, and, even now, the brown she-cat could still remember every word of it, right down to the nuance her mother's voice had always had to it when she spoke it.

"Tonight, my darling, the stars will shine on you; StarClan will shine on you, and they will send you their dreams. You are a brave warrior of LionClan, running nobly across your territory. You are afraid of nothing, and you are strong. Nightmares are afraid of you, my sweet, so you have nothing to be afraid of..."

She loved all of her kits.

"But the star that shines on you has a face, and it is your big brother. He'll always watch over you, Reedkit, no matter what happens, Ivykit will always be watching you. We'll never forget him, and he'll never forget us."

She had always loved that part; hearing about her Grandfather, Redfrost, and knowing that he would watch over her, and come to meet her when her time inevitably came.

But that wouldn't happen for a while now, no.

Not while she had Reedkit and Swallowpaw to look after.

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[Icy-son]

It was a decent enough day, he supposed. He took Mudpaw out for training, and great Starclan, he was really catching on. It was his questions and tone that really made Ivyclaw confused, though. He never knew a single apprentice, let alone any cat, who spoke that way. On the contrary, he was shaping up well, and the grey tom was proud to be the brown apprentice's mentor. Especially after being without one for quite a while. Ah, Duskpaw... he certainly was a great apprentice. Yet, he had his father's spirit (Whoever that was >>), and it was a bit hard to drill a topic into his head.

Well, now it was night, a time to forget and head off into sleep. Yet, he couldn't head off to the warriors den. Not right now. His paws carried him to where he wished to go: the Nursery to see his mate, and most of all, his kit, Reedkit. He stopped abruptly outside of the den, then straining his ears to try to pick up what voice he had heard. He knew that mew. It was his only mate, the mother of both Swallowpaw and Reedkit, Heatherheart.

As the queen had finished her little saying to her son, he poked his head inside, his expression warm. "Good evening, Heatherheart," He purred, which sounded a bit like a growl. His eyes gazed to her son, more likely their son, who seemed to actually be sleeping soundly. His fur had matched his mother's, just like Swallowpaw's had. Just the sight of his kin, or his only mate, made him feel more calm. He just wanted to be a better father, for whatever reason. He just did...

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