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Kitty Chanter
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"Oh okay. Don't like, bite me in my sleep or anything? Kay?" Kitty decided to say after a bit of silence. She laid down on her side facing the lamb, curling up. It always took her awhile to fall asleep, but when she did finally fall asleep she slept soundly. Kitty could sleep through a nuclear war, a mobster gunfight, the end of the world even. She didn't wake up until she needed to wake up.
Kitty was used to the taking turns sleeping thing, she used to do it with her sister. They'd each have four turn overs, and the could only spend roughly fourteen hours sleeping, so they slept 7 hours a piece give or take. They always went to bed early too, so they could wake up early. Kitty always took second shift because of her habit of not waking up until her body was ready to wake up. Better deep sleep meant better performance, especially in times of hunger. Kitty closed her eyes and cuddled against the sheep, "Wake me up when you need to sleep." She added, figuring what he meant is he'd take his turn later.
But, what Kitty knew was nothing really happened at night. It was only twice something ever happened, and both times had been after her sister was dead, and Kitty had waken up in the nick of time. So it never had been a problem, being on her own, she didn't exactly need a watch out. Then again, if something were to happen in the middle of the night Kitty wouldn't probably wake up, so it would be too late if she'd been on her own. Maybe it was good to have a lookout. "Goodnight." She murmured, breathing deeply and filling her body with the scent of the little hay and detergent smelling lamb.
Kitty was used to the taking turns sleeping thing, she used to do it with her sister. They'd each have four turn overs, and the could only spend roughly fourteen hours sleeping, so they slept 7 hours a piece give or take. They always went to bed early too, so they could wake up early. Kitty always took second shift because of her habit of not waking up until her body was ready to wake up. Better deep sleep meant better performance, especially in times of hunger. Kitty closed her eyes and cuddled against the sheep, "Wake me up when you need to sleep." She added, figuring what he meant is he'd take his turn later.
But, what Kitty knew was nothing really happened at night. It was only twice something ever happened, and both times had been after her sister was dead, and Kitty had waken up in the nick of time. So it never had been a problem, being on her own, she didn't exactly need a watch out. Then again, if something were to happen in the middle of the night Kitty wouldn't probably wake up, so it would be too late if she'd been on her own. Maybe it was good to have a lookout. "Goodnight." She murmured, breathing deeply and filling her body with the scent of the little hay and detergent smelling lamb.