Dropspring agreed. He padded over to the loft and sat on a bale of hay reduced to a pile of straw by the elements. Cool wind blew through the holes in the barn's side, and he shivered, seeking warmth. "Sure is cold," he muttered. He felt asleep slowly, all of the burdens of the day falling off of his face.
(You don't need to ask whether a character can like another character, it's your character, so you can do anything with him. It doesn't involve me.
Nightpaw was a bit surprised by her sudden decision, and only remembered to say goodbye when Flamepaw was already gone. She stared after her for a minute, then started looking around for Darkkit.
Fluffypaw walked over to Nightpaw and mewed, “Do you need something? I was hoping to gather an apprentice hunting patrol for tomorrow but I doubt you would be able to go, sorry.” He shot a worried glance at her paw.
Darkkit was looking forlorn, watching the place where the cats had gone to go to the Gathering
"No, I don't," Nightpaw said, scanning him with suspicious eyes. "You think?" Her response was sarcastic, but she was distracted, trying to look for Darkkit. Where has that kit... she spotted him, and limped past Fluffypaw, hoping the strangely concerned-looking tom would leave her alone.
"Hi, Nightpaw!" Darkkit mumbled, but with less of his usual cheerfulness.
Icepaw carefully sat down and let her feel his leg.
