sensitive topics I FADE AWAY [➤] nightmare

[FIGFEATHER]

FIGFEATHER ♀​ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥​

(tw; panic, claustrophobia, getting crushed) It’s an unusual expirence watching yourself from out of the boundaries of your own body. Figfeather doesn’t think of the logistics of it as she sees herself back in the cave, stuck and searching for a way out with her group-mates. Only this time it wasn’t quite like it had been back in reality… Butterflytuft and Snowpath were here- only she was calling her late brother Snowpaw instead. She’s not sure where Greeneyes is, the litter-mate she actually had on the journey, she doesn’t think about it. Blazestar is here too, only for some reason Figfeather continues to listen to the instructions of Sharppaw who knew their way around in the dark, and Scorchstreak the lead warrior of WindClan. She does not question this either. Cherrypaw is with her, still without her mentor. Even in this made up reality she was making an effort to look out after her as she was trying to hunt salamanders. What triggers it only StarClan knows, but the dream takes a sharp turn. She’s alone in the cave, no clan-mate or cat beside her. The rockwalls pushed tightly against her body, she squirms to no avail, rocks crumble in on top of her- burying her. She struggles to find a voice to scream for help, but when she does she yowls. ”I’m being crushed!” She opens her eyes, the dream instantly foggy on her brain as she jolts her head up and gasps. By the way her heart raced she knows she’s woken up from a nightmare. Looking around dazed she notes a couple of eyes groggily on her, slowly she begins to question if she had been making noise in her sleep…

♡ INFO BATTLE

• for drama and so we dont have to go down the “what were you dreaming about?” line, she did say her speech outloud! It can likely be easily assumed
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[FERNGILL]

Fernpaw's dreams had not been tumultuous, but had instead dogged him altogether. The lack of sleep he was getting was beginning to grow noticeable on his face, a haggard look on an otherwise-youthful face whenever he settled down to go to sleep. It was inevitable- when the shadows flooded the land and they were thrust into darkness, he would be faced with his feelings about that cave yet again.

He had been brave, then- strong, Figfeather had told him. But he wasn't strong now- or, at least, he didn't feel very strong. It had been the same with the fox. How could he have been strong to survive with such a healthy chunk taken out of his face, half his vision robbed from him? How could he say he had strength if, even in open air, he worried he'd end up back underground with dwindling hope to see the dawn again?

Figfeather's cry startled him- I'm being crushed, and for a moment the fiery tom thought his irrational fear had somehow conjured itself into reality. But in the moonlight he caught the ember glint of her orange eyes, disorientated, and he was on his feet before he really considered whether she would want crowding. "Figfeather, you're- you're alright," he assured her, attempting to keep his hushed voice steady. His own fears were pushed down in the urgency. "We're outside." We're safe. We never have to go anywhere like that again. ​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

✦ The sound of Figfeather's cry had been enough to make Hailstorm lift his head where it had laid previously on his paws and both of his ears perking forward, claws unsheathing as he tried to process what had happened wondering if they was some predator lurking about but managed to catch onto what she had said. His eyes dilating for a heartbeat or two before sitting up from where he been laying originally and notices that Fernpaw had seemed to be awakened by the Skyclanner's cry of being crushed and stays where he is not wanting to overwhelm the molly by crowding her. He couldn't help the racing of his heart from having been startled from his own slumber and his ears lay flat against his head, he nods in agreement to what Fernpaw says offering a small smile and adding on with worry present in his copper gaze "Take a few deep breaths... You're okay." He lifts a paw to rub the remaining sleepiness from his eyes and sighs quietly looking between the two younger cats.

The rockslide and getting stuck within the caves seperated by one another's clanmates was likely a terrifying experience almost dying or being crushed by the rocks that had fallen, the same snowy paw used to rub at his eyes now briefly brushing against his muzzle reminded of the scar he had received when a sharp edged rock had struck him. How he had managed to take the blow and block it from hitting Little Wolf, he doesn't want to think of what it could've done to her. He pushes the thought away and tilts his head slightly to the side wondering how bad that nightmare must've been to have awakened her in a cold sweat but they were all safe and he silently thanked Starclan for it.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[FIGFEATHER]

Fernpaw’s words confuse her at first, her mind races to catch up with itself when she remembers with a jolt the night horror she was having. She remembers it vaguely now, she was in the caves again and- for some reason cats who shouldn’t have been there were there and- somehow, someway, she had ended up with the walls of the den caving in on her.

Now she finds herself more embarrassed than anything. ”Oh… good StarClan-“ She stammers, looking with Hailstrom and Fernpaw with bewilderment. ”I’m sorry- I didn’t mean-“ Had she spoken in her sleep? What had she said? Judging by the gazes of cats peaking out at her from their nests it probably hadn’t been anything good.

Drawing in a shaky breath as Hailstrom instructed she steadies herself. ”Thanks- both of you. I’m alright now- sorry if I had woken you.” The marmalade apologize as she moves to lay back down, tucking her forepaws underneath her chest. They need not comfort her any longer, the night was still young judging on the moons position in the sky… they needed to get more sleep.​

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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