- Feb 22, 2023
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✦ . ˚ . In his dreams, he feels weightless. It's the effortless kind of ease– muscles that move without aching effort, and lungs that don't creak with every breath. It's...easier this way, than to lie awake in bouts of awareness, when he knows that the strength he has worked so hard for began to wither away. Sitting silently in Berryheart's den, comforted by the bustle– he remembers flopping to the empty patient nest moons ago and seeking answers in his silence. A strand of familiarity between the two of them, given away by the flame-tip of his tail. Sometimes, when things are really bad and he really hurts, he thinks...he thinks that maybe it's not so bad of a place to die.
If he's going to fade away in Berryheart's den, dreaming of a full lush forest with his clanmates bustling paws just a bit away, still within earshot...maybe that's not so bad after all.
The apprentice is in a hunter's crouch, amber eyes turned to a thin ring as black swallows it up. Excited and watchful. Something rustles in the foliage just ahead, and he thinks he can see fur flicking about. Back and forth (almost like a cat's, he does not think— but the sensation grows), back and forth (like a cat's—)
The dream, for a moment, is hazy. Weakness bleeds back into him as Duskpaw coughs in his dream and real life both, sucking in air through a sore throat and heavy chest. "This isn't ThunderClan," he says suddenly, his voice so clear and loud it might've stirred away any prey. Does the tail keep flicking? "I've always dreamed of ThunderClan before. Where am I? Am I going to–?" Die? Will I ever see my mother again? My mentor? My brother? If he's dead, he hopes the answer is no. Not for a very, very long time.
If he's going to fade away in Berryheart's den, dreaming of a full lush forest with his clanmates bustling paws just a bit away, still within earshot...maybe that's not so bad after all.
The apprentice is in a hunter's crouch, amber eyes turned to a thin ring as black swallows it up. Excited and watchful. Something rustles in the foliage just ahead, and he thinks he can see fur flicking about. Back and forth (almost like a cat's, he does not think— but the sensation grows), back and forth (like a cat's—)
The dream, for a moment, is hazy. Weakness bleeds back into him as Duskpaw coughs in his dream and real life both, sucking in air through a sore throat and heavy chest. "This isn't ThunderClan," he says suddenly, his voice so clear and loud it might've stirred away any prey. Does the tail keep flicking? "I've always dreamed of ThunderClan before. Where am I? Am I going to–?" Die? Will I ever see my mother again? My mentor? My brother? If he's dead, he hopes the answer is no. Not for a very, very long time.
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✦ . ˚ . DUSKPAW. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN, NEARING WARRIORHOOD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS. ———
✦ BLAZESTAR x LITTLE WOLF. LITTERMATE TO SKYPAW, PART OF HOWLINGFAM. MENTORED BY NIGHTBIRD. DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT HIS SKYCLAN HERITAGE. — - "speech"