- Feb 6, 2024
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Days blur into one since Chilledstar's death. How long has it been since Sneezepaw began to feel like a shell of himself, a dead husk walking? The marshes of ShadowClan had become dull and dark, muddied with a new perception that everything around him is dead or dying.. and weak as he is, there is nothing he can do.
When Sneezepaw sleeps, he expects to return to that place - to the place Chilledstar lay in a pool of their own blood. Tonight, after he feels into an uneasy sleep, he wakes - or, at least, so it feels. All at once, his senses return to him; the feeling of mud seeping into his sunken fur where he wakes, the undeniable stench of rot, and the cold, lifeless chills that wind deep into his bones. It's almost like ShadowClan, he thinks.. if not for the thick air, the trees that seem to have no end and their curling roots. Sneezepaw knows at once that he is dreaming awake.
He's never heard of a cat dreaming so vividly as he does now, except for.. StarClan. "StarClan.." Sneezepaw mumbles breathlessly, to no one in particular.. for there is no life to be found here. He expected more out of StarClan than sickeningly thick waters and dark, hazy air.. he hoped for pale moorlands and pastel skies, abundant with starry afterlife. Disappointed, he is, to see the truth, but.. intrigued.
It's hard to tell how long he walks, how much time has passed between his 'waking' and now. His paws carry him aimlessly through.. every other tree looks identical to the last, and the atmosphere feels uneasily still around him, like there is no end, no progress. Panic does not meet him here, not in StarClan; but he does hope for drowsiness to take him again, so that he may wake once more in his nest. Or, maybe I'll stay.. he thinks pitifully. Cats cannot die in the afterlife, after all.
After some undetermined amount of time passes - seconds, minutes, hours - the first sign of sentience in this place makes itself known. Sneezepaw almost misses it at first, a ghastly movement out of the corner of his eye. But the second time the stranger moves, winding between overgrown roots and peering out at him from between dead trees, he is aware. The boy stands on alert now, holding still as his paws sink into the slush below, curious eyes following every shred of movement amongst the shadows. If he is in StarClan, then.. who awaits him now, to share their message? "Chilled.. Chilledstar?" Sneezepaw calls out hopefully. Is this one last chance to say goodbye?
When Sneezepaw sleeps, he expects to return to that place - to the place Chilledstar lay in a pool of their own blood. Tonight, after he feels into an uneasy sleep, he wakes - or, at least, so it feels. All at once, his senses return to him; the feeling of mud seeping into his sunken fur where he wakes, the undeniable stench of rot, and the cold, lifeless chills that wind deep into his bones. It's almost like ShadowClan, he thinks.. if not for the thick air, the trees that seem to have no end and their curling roots. Sneezepaw knows at once that he is dreaming awake.
He's never heard of a cat dreaming so vividly as he does now, except for.. StarClan. "StarClan.." Sneezepaw mumbles breathlessly, to no one in particular.. for there is no life to be found here. He expected more out of StarClan than sickeningly thick waters and dark, hazy air.. he hoped for pale moorlands and pastel skies, abundant with starry afterlife. Disappointed, he is, to see the truth, but.. intrigued.
It's hard to tell how long he walks, how much time has passed between his 'waking' and now. His paws carry him aimlessly through.. every other tree looks identical to the last, and the atmosphere feels uneasily still around him, like there is no end, no progress. Panic does not meet him here, not in StarClan; but he does hope for drowsiness to take him again, so that he may wake once more in his nest. Or, maybe I'll stay.. he thinks pitifully. Cats cannot die in the afterlife, after all.
After some undetermined amount of time passes - seconds, minutes, hours - the first sign of sentience in this place makes itself known. Sneezepaw almost misses it at first, a ghastly movement out of the corner of his eye. But the second time the stranger moves, winding between overgrown roots and peering out at him from between dead trees, he is aware. The boy stands on alert now, holding still as his paws sink into the slush below, curious eyes following every shred of movement amongst the shadows. If he is in StarClan, then.. who awaits him now, to share their message? "Chilled.. Chilledstar?" Sneezepaw calls out hopefully. Is this one last chance to say goodbye?
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━━ APPRENTICE of SHADOWCLAN | 9 MOONS ,, ages every 2nd
━━ DUCKSHIMMER xx NPC | SIBLING to SINGEPAW and SWALLOWPAW
━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by SHARPSHADOW -
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