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It was a wispy place of quiet and rest... shadows of familiar faces moved in tandem dance and moved like memories in review, played and replayed and warped into fantastical ideas and adventures--
Not lately.
All that waited in dreams now was the red-tinted eyes that stared with heartless intent and cruel grins that spread impossibly wide. A maw of sharp teeth that seemed more monstrous than any beast she had encountered in the years of her life- no fox or badger could compete with the blood-thirsty snicker that followed her. Rest, rest, rest-- advice insisted upon and repeated and enforced and though the injured bird did their best to listen, to obey, to recover they felt the claws of a hungry beast in their back always, eyes in every dark corner hunting them.
Icy eyes opened with alarm at the almost life-like sensation of teeth digging into her throat and with a few alarmed breaths, Lichentail could at least gather her bearings in the place between sleep and reality. Tearing her visual path through the entire surrounding area just to be sure that she wasn't wrong (was she in danger even in the safety of her camp- Clearsight had been...) before lifting a single ear to strain for the hushed breaths of the young raven-furred boy fast asleep.
Determined not to make herself more of a burden on that poor child than she already had been, they shifted ever so softly to exit their nest and eventually the den itself.
The water moved so steadily through all hours of the night and day, offering RiverClan the calm ambiance it had sorely missed for months and as the moon shone in its brightest in its reflection, somehow the light was not enough to settle the fur along her spine that threatened to jump off her completely if so much as a leaf jumped in a way she hadn't anticipated.
A light step and then a heavier one, a struggle of mending shoulders that required so much involvement in the basic task of moving. It made her sound clumsy... loud... it disturbed the peace that every cat was enjoying. It disturbed her peace of mind. Settling to sit at the shore of their little at-home stream she stood like a statue other than the way her paws shook- willing herself to look into the reflection. There was a fear that hadn't been there before that looking in might show her something she wasn't ready for.
Vanity wasn't her primary concern in life (though her parents did always comment on what a lovely young girl she was... all those moons ago) but what could you do to get rid of the reminder of why? Smokethroat surely didn't have an idea on how to cope with that kind of loss- he sought revenge with every ember-fired glare that he shot, dragging it with harsh fury over the WindClan land he could see. Was it a resentment that no one could escape? That controlled them to dance a dangerous path towards an inevitably unsatisfying end?
The reeds swayed as she stared stubbornly ahead, unwilling and afraid.
Her ear flicked at the sound of the dirt shifting somewhere behind, eyes flicking towards the bottom right corner of her vision, tucking her chin closer to her chest as if to protect her throat (and adjust her view). With a hesitant paw, the pale cat turned to face whatever monster lingered there with an airy apology,
"Sorry if I woke you!"
@CICADASTAR
Not lately.
All that waited in dreams now was the red-tinted eyes that stared with heartless intent and cruel grins that spread impossibly wide. A maw of sharp teeth that seemed more monstrous than any beast she had encountered in the years of her life- no fox or badger could compete with the blood-thirsty snicker that followed her. Rest, rest, rest-- advice insisted upon and repeated and enforced and though the injured bird did their best to listen, to obey, to recover they felt the claws of a hungry beast in their back always, eyes in every dark corner hunting them.
Icy eyes opened with alarm at the almost life-like sensation of teeth digging into her throat and with a few alarmed breaths, Lichentail could at least gather her bearings in the place between sleep and reality. Tearing her visual path through the entire surrounding area just to be sure that she wasn't wrong (was she in danger even in the safety of her camp- Clearsight had been...) before lifting a single ear to strain for the hushed breaths of the young raven-furred boy fast asleep.
Determined not to make herself more of a burden on that poor child than she already had been, they shifted ever so softly to exit their nest and eventually the den itself.
The water moved so steadily through all hours of the night and day, offering RiverClan the calm ambiance it had sorely missed for months and as the moon shone in its brightest in its reflection, somehow the light was not enough to settle the fur along her spine that threatened to jump off her completely if so much as a leaf jumped in a way she hadn't anticipated.
A light step and then a heavier one, a struggle of mending shoulders that required so much involvement in the basic task of moving. It made her sound clumsy... loud... it disturbed the peace that every cat was enjoying. It disturbed her peace of mind. Settling to sit at the shore of their little at-home stream she stood like a statue other than the way her paws shook- willing herself to look into the reflection. There was a fear that hadn't been there before that looking in might show her something she wasn't ready for.
Vanity wasn't her primary concern in life (though her parents did always comment on what a lovely young girl she was... all those moons ago) but what could you do to get rid of the reminder of why? Smokethroat surely didn't have an idea on how to cope with that kind of loss- he sought revenge with every ember-fired glare that he shot, dragging it with harsh fury over the WindClan land he could see. Was it a resentment that no one could escape? That controlled them to dance a dangerous path towards an inevitably unsatisfying end?
The reeds swayed as she stared stubbornly ahead, unwilling and afraid.
Her ear flicked at the sound of the dirt shifting somewhere behind, eyes flicking towards the bottom right corner of her vision, tucking her chin closer to her chest as if to protect her throat (and adjust her view). With a hesitant paw, the pale cat turned to face whatever monster lingered there with an airy apology,
"Sorry if I woke you!"
@CICADASTAR