- Jun 21, 2022
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Honeybee is plunged into the icy waters of sleep almost as quickly as he'd touched the crystals. He sinks down to the cool stone floor, his eyes growing heavier and heavier until he could not force them open any longer. The cinnamon tabby gives in, and settles his head upon his forepaws. It's a foolish move to fall asleep, completely vulnerable, next to the cat who'd been his enemy in war a mere half-moon ago. But the call of the glimmering crystals had been too strong to ignore, and Honeybee naively hopes that answering it would somehow rid him of the nightmares each night.
Darkness settles over him. Honeybee floats in a weightless void for a few heartbeats, and then a starlit mist wraps around him. When he blinks, he is no longer in the void, but in the pine forest. Honeybee glances around at the coniferous trees looming over him, his brows pinched together in confusion. It's the pine forest, but it's different. Starlight shines in each leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal.
It's beautiful.
They're too wrapped up in admiring their surroundings, they do not notice the approaching figure until they're mere fox-lengths away. Honeybee's jaw goes slack when their eyes meet familiar pale yellow ones. They recognize the large blue tabby instantly, their gaze misting over. "Rain?" Honeybee steps forward, whiskers held taut. Stars are caught in the late leader's translucent slate fur. He looks just as he had the day he'd descended from the stars to deliver the prophecy. Honeybee has so many questions, but the one that falls from trembling lips is, "Why am I here?" Had they died? Are they now a starry ghost, too? Had Cicada taken advantage of their vulnerability after all?
No, that couldn't be... When they look at their own paws, they do not gleam with starlight like Rain's.
@Jay
Darkness settles over him. Honeybee floats in a weightless void for a few heartbeats, and then a starlit mist wraps around him. When he blinks, he is no longer in the void, but in the pine forest. Honeybee glances around at the coniferous trees looming over him, his brows pinched together in confusion. It's the pine forest, but it's different. Starlight shines in each leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal.
It's beautiful.
They're too wrapped up in admiring their surroundings, they do not notice the approaching figure until they're mere fox-lengths away. Honeybee's jaw goes slack when their eyes meet familiar pale yellow ones. They recognize the large blue tabby instantly, their gaze misting over. "Rain?" Honeybee steps forward, whiskers held taut. Stars are caught in the late leader's translucent slate fur. He looks just as he had the day he'd descended from the stars to deliver the prophecy. Honeybee has so many questions, but the one that falls from trembling lips is, "Why am I here?" Had they died? Are they now a starry ghost, too? Had Cicada taken advantage of their vulnerability after all?
No, that couldn't be... When they look at their own paws, they do not gleam with starlight like Rain's.
@Jay