wren |
July 25th, 2017 04:45 PM |
Re: ThunderClan Warriors' Den
@Lonestar23
[ Havn't done this in a while! ]
Silverfawn lay in her nest, the sweet scents of the clearing drafting in through patches of the Warriors den. Some patches had been created through the liberation, one was created by herself. As she watched the hole a few mouse lengths away and hidden partly by some moss, she thought about how long ago the liberation was and how lazy the Warriors who were fixing it must have been to have completely over looked it or even ignored it. She lashed her silvery tail in amusement as a fly buzzed in from the hole and right in her direction. Allowing her to embrace her kit side she reached out and swiped at it. Batting it down so she was able to smushing it. Not insing how gross that was she drew her paw over the grass in order to remove the remains of the fly carcus before yawning and stretching out. It was late in the evening, the sun was reaching the distant hills and sending streams of red light through the evergreen and birch tree branches. She sighed with contempt. Allowing herself to ease into her nest and the warmth from other Warriors heat up the den. Sighing she buried her nose under her paw and rolled onto her side. Curling her long tail around her hindlegs. Feeling warmth wash over her until she finally slept. Dozing a few minutes in the darkness of sleep until she awoke within the dream. Standing in the clearing while others bustled around her hurriedly. None of the cats she saw seemed farmiliar. Which kinda scared her. But nonetheless knowing full well she was dreaming she continued to provoke them. But whenever she attempts to speak they would walk faster and disappear. She frowned. As she continued this attempt they started to grow alike in features. Which was confusing enough as it was, their fur tunred red, a white stripe down their chest and white socks over their paws. Frustrated that none seemed to face her she lunged fourth at the closest one and gripped its shoulder with her claws. Spinning it to face her. The horrifying details struck her in the chest and suddenly she was winded. She knew who it was. Redreed. She shrieked and backed away from the cat now staring at her with burning hatred. Than she bumped into the same cat. Even more mangled than the one before her. Her previous darkforest mentor redreed had treated her well. Trained her to be strong but once the liberation came around she abandon the thoughts. When redreed found this out they planned on coaxing silverfawn back into a life she didn't want to live... Ending up in silverfawn hunting down her mentor nightly until she finally got the courage to kill him. Watching him fade into nothing during the nightmare. Gasping she spun around to face her deceased mentor looming over her, she wailed in freakish terror and bolted trying to escape the mass of mangled and bleeding faces. It had almost been like killing a real cat, feeling their struggle and finally feeling them cease to breath beneath your paws. Just as silverfawn escaped the horror of the camp she stumbled and fell into darkness for a split second than waking up in her nest. Beads of sweat on her forhead, panting heavily, claws outstretched and a shredded nest. Her head jerked side to side half expecting to see the bloodied faces of her dark forest mentor in place of her clanmates. Only the calico fur of fawnspring and the grey fur of Roaringthunder. She paused and heaved a good sigh to try to lower her stress levels
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