private EXIT LIGHT, ENTER NIGHT — addervenom

[BLUEFROST]

Stars are strewn from one end of the blackened horizon to the other. They are brilliant tonight, pulsing and silver, piercing Bluefrost’s eyelids. There’s a rustling, the sound of paws scraping moss and bracken—a stirring amidst the piles of her Clanmates. The tunneler’s green eyes open into gleaming slits, and she pushes herself to her paws, aimless with sleep still. The cat twitching and groaning in their nest is her littermate—and his jaw looks taut, his eyes rumbling behind his lids. Strangely enough, she thinks she smells blood in the air, and urgency colors her face. Could he have harmed himself in the midst of a night terror—something she now knows they share?

“Addervenom,” she murmurs, dipping her head to the silvery mane thick about her brother’s throat. She noses him gently, then firmly. “Addervenom, wake up. You are having a bad dream.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @Addervenom
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Addervenom]

His breathing is ragged as harsh heavy pants stir from his clenched maw. The darkness that swallowed him in his dreams finally relents, releasing him so that he may return to the land of the living. The final firm prod against his silvery mane caused his eyes to split open with a sudden gasp, chest heaving, and claws extended. A light sheen of sweat coated his body, hidden by bristled fur as wild amber eyes searched his surroundings. There was no forest of eternal rot and muck. His father's ragged form no longer stood before him. Only the stars shone above him, their glory accompanied by a sweet moorland breeze. His heart continued to thrum as he finally took notice of his littermate and something akin to relief glistened in his eyes. "Bluefrost." He breathed, glad to find his sister by his side.

She claims he was having a bad dream. But it certainly felt more real than any nightmare that'd come before it. "Yeah..." He murmured, lifting a paw to swipe over his maw, slowly grounding himself. "I saw father..." He trailed, brows pinching as he recalled the stiff, snapping movements of the tom. "I was in this place of no light and-" His words fall short when his nose captures a faint whiff of blood.

His head dips, allowing his gaze to examine his chest where a fresh wound lay carved against his flesh and panic begins to worm its way back in. "Its there." He croaked, eyes stretching wide as his paw touched the mark only to be covered in sanguine liquid. "Its still there. It was real." He voiced through heavy huffs, alarm creeping into his tone. But how could that be? Their father was dead. ​

»»———- windclan warrior / seventeen moons old / he/him ———-««​

 

[BLUEFROST]

She is no stranger to the kind of nightmare that lingers on one's fur, that settles in the back of one's throat like dust you can't expel. There's a relief shimmering in her brother's copper gaze that makes her think he'd just escaped the clutches of such a dream, and this is all but confirmed when he speaks. "I saw Father. I was in this place of no light and..." His head lowers, nose tucked against a bare pink wound that has opened itself across his chest. Bluefrost stills, her breath like storming winds.

"How did you do that in your sleep?" The wound is eerily reminiscent of the scar Weaselclaw had worn across his chest—a warrior's scar, a soldier's mark, gifted by her mother's claws to all of the cats who'd followed her.

Suddenly, her mouth is wet with the taste of ash. "Addervenom... what was real? What did you see?" Of soot.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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