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He hadn't slept in weeks. Of course, it wasn't exactly unusual for the tiny orange tom to go several days without much sleep, but it was only getting worse. If Sunveins hadn't been off on her trip, she would have been rightfully concerned for him. Someone needed to look out for him. He was absolutely terrible at looking out for himself, especially now that looking out for himself meant constantly watching his back. Aspen might have been pregnant, but she was still Aspen. The NightClan refugees were still NightClan, even if they were mostly his childhood friends.
Foxstar let out a heavy sigh as he exited his den. It was only the first hint of daybreak, the light only just starting to flicker through the camp. If he wasn't going to sleep either way, the tom had turned to working from sun up to sun down - at least then he'd have something to keep his mind off the lingering paranoia.
Surprised to see another cat awake, he found himself quickly moving towards the other. "Good morning," he greeted with his characteristic, boyish smile, although an exhausted version of it. "Care to join me? I could use some company."
"It seems I am having trouble sleeping lately." Admitted Shiningdove, her blue eyes shifting along her leader's tired looking features. She didn't comment on them however, and simply waved her tail in a welcoming manner. The feathery grey feline offered a half smile to the young tom. "What keeps you awake all hours of the night, Foxstar? Is something troubling you?"
"You and me both," he meowed with a soft chuckle. "I'm sure that there's some lavender in Sunvein's den if you ever need it. Howlingheart can help if she's not in there, the old man's never hard to find." He let out another chuckle, a fondness in his tone for his uncle, the tom who had mostly taken over the role of father figure when Rosethorn brought him back to SummerClan.
Foxstar shifted his weight back and forth between his paws. "That's a loaded question," he replied with a soft sigh, "one I'm not sure how to answer. Nothing too bad though, I've been an insomniac most of my life. I guess I never really got used to sleeping at night so now I just... don't sleep I guess." A little white lie never hurt anyone, right? (Foxstar was normally painfully honest, but this felt too big to be honest about.) "Nothings more wrong than usual, though," he meowed with a shrug. This was probably closer to the truth. His stress level had stayed pretty much consistent since Rosethorn told him they were leaving. But, that wasn't a good thing; the tom probably hadn't been relaxed at all much of the last year. He was probably close to a heart attack, given how fragile he was. 'Usual' for him was generally at least moderately traumatic.
"What about you? Your sleeplessness caused by anything in particular?" There was an easy friendliness to him; even when he was bone tired and half looked like he was about to fall over, he was still genuine and kind
