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Roanpaw
He/him | Formerly ShadowClan | No Purrks

How did this whole dream stuff work again? Roanpaw hadn't the slightest clue; all he knew was the sadness that seemed to eat away at him as he watched his grandmother from up above. One moment he had been stalking along the territory at night, hunting for a trophy to bring Dawnstar during his warrior ceremony - the next, a sharp pain and flash of light had rushed up to meet him. Eventually he had opened his eyes to this starry landscape, so unlike the deep and dark and dense pine forest of ShadowClan. It made him sick and he spent most of his time here avoiding any other cats. He just wanted to go back to his family. To his grandmother.

Perhaps it was a combination of this and his true determination that eventually shifted the land he stood upon. Tall pines seemed to take root now, night casting shadows across a once starry land. The moon hung in the sky and offered some light, but Roanpaw was submerged into the familiar darkness once more. Yellow eyes glowed with interest as the massive tom padded through the undergrowth, ignoring the whispers on the breeze around him. Large paws pressed him firmly onward, further into this ShadowClan-like territory.

Time was a concept that felt further away here than it had back when he was alive so the almost-warrior had no idea how long he had been walking before. It wasn't until the familiar scarred brown tabby pelt came into view that he stopped, yellow eyes staring. He knew that hulking shape, the scars that criss-crossed her fur and inspired both fear and awe. "...Dead...?" came the soft murmur, carried by the wind towards the ears of his grandmother. Surely she wasn't dead. Not really. She couldn't be... was this a dream? Had Roanpaw finally managed to enter the dream of a living cat?? From where he stood now he simply padded closer, keeping his gaze fixed on Dawnstar and unwilling to say anything more until she confirmed whether or not she was dead.

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She didn't dream and if she did she never remembered them. But this dream was especially vivid. There were tall pines that stretched high above her, blocking most of the moonlight, leaving slivers of light on the pine-needled cover flooring. It looked a lot like her territory, but the lack of scent and eerie stillness told her otherwise. Even the shadows felt wrong to her. It was a strange feeling knowing when you were dreaming, took one out of the illusion it created. Dawnstar hated it.

The Clan leader unsheathed her large claws and pressed them into the pine needle carpet that blanked the earth. Dreaming was more exhausting than it should be, the vividness of the dream itself made the leader realize that some was here, some soul. She's had this happen before, when her mother visited her dream once and then was never seen or heard of again. No one visited the she-cat after death, no matter how close the bond they never came. Which is why she felt so abandoned after they left her. But it seemed like someone was trying now. Dawnstar hadn't mastered how to wake up or pull herself out of these, not like she had any chance to practice, so she was stuck sitting and waiting for someone to make their presence known.

It wasn't long but felt like eons before a large cat crept out of the shadows. Dawnstar's eyes momentarily widen like saucers at sight. A variety of emotions pass through the leader's amber eyes, each one more conflicting than the last. There was this lump building in her core, growing into a rock and then a boulder of something she couldn't put a name to. It left her speechless as she tried to draw on a feeling that was used as a fiery shield, but even anger failed her this time. She hated emotions.

"I've died, but I am not dead not like you."Dawnstar breathed after a long moment of silence. There was this urge to apologize mixed in with this need to demand to know what happened, but she merely snapped her jaw shut and took in a deep breath trying to calm herself down.

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Roanpaw
He/him | Formerly ShadowClan | No purrks

So this was a dream. After what felt like many, many moons spent up here in this silent, starry sky, Roanpaw had managed to make contact with the living - more specifically with his grandmother (he didn't really care to visit anyone else, except maybe Vixensnarl or Frigidpaw, who was now Frigidmist). Round yellow eyes stared at the ShadowClan leader. He was still the large, bulky tom he had been, and though he didn't come up to near Dawnstar's height it wasn't like he was having to crane his neck up all that far to look at her. Gingerly he lifted a paw and went to poke it against her.

"...Dream," he finally concluded as he set his paw back down. A few more moments of silence befell then as Roanpaw continued to stare, blinking every now and then. There was a lot he wanted to say, that he wanted to find the words for, but getting his thoughts molded into words was no more easier dead than it had been alive. There was a pride and a guilt that burned deeply in gaze though. "Big cat. Huge paws. Throat." As if to demonstrate Roanpaw craned his neck up and gestured with a large paw to where the large wounds had been found on his body - starting from the base of his chin and going all the way to his flank. His paw met the ground once more.

Another bit of silence, then Roanpaw let out a small 'mrrp' and leaned forward to nuzzle his head into his grandmother's neck. "Sorry." The word was muffled as he sought comfort in the familiarity he had been without for moons. Everything up here was so lonely; there was no one to talk to, or more so no one he wanted to talk to. All his efforts had been spent trying to get here.

"How... Clan? ...You?" The large almost-warrior pulled back and blinked at Dawnstar, head tilting to the side as he asked how she'd been. He'd had to watch from the stars as his body was brought into camp, remembering how he had wailed and cried to the pool that allowed him to see down onto his Clan. His whiskers quivered just barely but stopped.

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