The Silent Strikes Before the Thundering Storm [P]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Lightningpaw |

A flash of light streaked across starry skies, the intensity of its brilliance forcing open almond shaped eyes that had been peacefully closed, content in sleep for once. Curiously, the young calico looked up, large ears perked up as a second lightning strike seemed to cross the heavens above her, forcing a small flinch as she awaited the inevitable, horrendously loud boom that would no doubt follow... yet only silence remained once the after glow in the clouds had faded away. This was... different. Very different. Not her usual dream, that was for certain. Or nightmare, in any case.

She was used to variances in the dream world, of course. Sometimes she would remember no dreams at all, although this would be the rarity. Mostly it was night terrors. Her own mind warping itself and attacking her while unconscious, almost as if ensuring she knew no happiness or peace in the warm embrace of sleep. And then, of course, there were her visits. Featherfoot. Always accompanied by the sweet scent of what she now knew to be lavender and a feeling of ease, if only for its familiarity and knowledge that Featherfoot was a friend.

This place was an unknown, however. An almost shapeless storm that somehow didn't feel terrifying or tense. It could be the lack of thunder, but the lightning strikes that kept littering the clouds seemed to be welcoming her. It was certainly a better dream than her usual, as far as she was concerned. Perhaps even her own need to constantly mess with her sleep thought she deserved the smallest of breaks. The snow fever was over. She was a medicine cat apprentice now, and soon she would start to make up for her sins. She needed a good night's rest if she was hoping to make a good impression on her new mentor, she supposed.

"I suppose it's... the calm before the storm," Lightningpaw mewed as she looked up at the flashing lights, a content smile dancing at her lips. She knew what that meant. That the nightmares would be back with a vengeance. But for now she would welcome this respite. And who knows... perhaps her friend would pay a visit? She always seemed to poke about at the most opportune moments, after all.

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@Kay~ [Lightningscar]
| Decided to place this before the fire and attack event at WindClan if only because that hasn't ended so I don't know what her state of mind is going to be once that is over! |

[Kaybug.]

 

Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune

| Lightningpaw |

A flash of light streaked across starry skies, the intensity of its brilliance forcing open almond shaped eyes that had been peacefully closed, content in sleep for once. Curiously, the young calico looked up, large ears perked up as a second lightning strike seemed to cross the heavens above her, forcing a small flinch as she awaited the inevitable, horrendously loud boom that would no doubt follow... yet only silence remained once the after glow in the clouds had faded away. This was... different. Very different. Not her usual dream, that was for certain. Or nightmare, in any case.

She was used to variances in the dream world, of course. Sometimes she would remember no dreams at all, although this would be the rarity. Mostly it was night terrors. Her own mind warping itself and attacking her while unconscious, almost as if ensuring she knew no happiness or peace in the warm embrace of sleep. And then, of course, there were her visits. Featherfoot. Always accompanied by the sweet scent of what she now knew to be lavender and a feeling of ease, if only for its familiarity and knowledge that Featherfoot was a friend.

This place was an unknown, however. An almost shapeless storm that somehow didn't feel terrifying or tense. It could be the lack of thunder, but the lightning strikes that kept littering the clouds seemed to be welcoming her. It was certainly a better dream than her usual, as far as she was concerned. Perhaps even her own need to constantly mess with her sleep thought she deserved the smallest of breaks. The snow fever was over. She was a medicine cat apprentice now, and soon she would start to make up for her sins. She needed a good night's rest if she was hoping to make a good impression on her new mentor, she supposed.

"I suppose it's... the calm before the storm," Lightningpaw mewed as she looked up at the flashing lights, a content smile dancing at her lips. She knew what that meant. That the nightmares would be back with a vengeance. But for now she would welcome this respite. And who knows... perhaps her friend would pay a visit? She always seemed to poke about at the most opportune moments, after all.

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@Kay~ [Lightningscar]
| Decided to place this before the fire and attack event at WindClan if only because that hasn't ended so I don't know what her state of mind is going to be once that is over! |

Lightningscar [She/Her]

The gigantic muscular cat was walking through the peaceful thundering of an apprentice's dreams. Lightningscar eventually ran into the young cat she was looking for.

"Hello, young one," the old Shadowclan warrior spoke dully, not on purpose, that's just her voice, it was very gruff.


[ That's fine,, sorry this was short im a bit tired ]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Lightningpaw |

In her tranquil state, Lightningpaw did not hear the pawsteps that approached. Of course, in dreams, such things were often not as accurate as in the waking world, the reality of that which would not pass often times askew from what laws bound the mortal realm. It was with surprise that the small calico swiveled her head, large ears perked up as she turned her blue gaze upon the newcomer. Curiosity sparked in the apprentice's eyes as she sat up, assessing the stranger swiftly. Between the gruff voice and the massive size, she couldn't help but be somewhat reminded of her former mentor. The thought twitching her whiskers in amusement, she waved a greeting with her tail, offering a grin alongside it.

"Greetings, grumpy one," she joked back, a small purr lighting her voice.

Reverence and respect were... not things that came easily to Lightningpaw. It was too easy to fall into pits of melancholy and get trapped in her thoughts when she was instantly well mannered and polite. Especially when she felt the trappings of nerves fluttering about her stomach like a kaleidoscope that mimicked the lightning that flashed all around, becoming the rumbling thunder for the silent strikes. This cat... smelled of ShadowClan. Her only meeting with one such cat had been... less than stellar. An attempted kitnapping in your own home tended to sour first impressions. That being said... Lightningpaw was nothing if not open minded. She was willing to concede that the possibility of every ShadowClanner being like her would be kitnapper was less than likely.

Besides, this cat. Her pelt. It was star touched. Just like her friend's. Even if she were to doubt a cat who still walked the forests and moors of the clans, how could she doubt one that now hunted among their ancestors in the stars?

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@Kay~ [Lightningscar]