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The brightness of day had long since been smothered by night- and even deep in the forest, the breeze whipped strong. Wind roared in his ears, a headache piercing a pole through his skull- oh, why had they come so far out! He could see the picket-fences, the homes of the daylight warriors- and from the garden of one of the nests began to rise a sprawling shape, sending Twitchpaw's heart plummeting into the depths of the earth.
It rose, rose, in flight but without wingbeat. White, stark, billowing- a spectre, a wraith, big enough to be a Twoleg. The concept of Twolegs having spirits that rose to the sky was not one he had heard of- but there, was he viewing evidence of it? Of spirits hailing from Twoleg residences, that rose up to the sky on windy days to ascend to the afterlife?
Except- it wasn't going up anymore. Carried by the breeze, the apparition in its alabaster glory began to drift, shapeshift, closer and closer and closer. And it was horrifying- huge, boring down upon them like the eyes of a god, yet eyeless, faceless, featureless. Bristling at the sight of it making its way toward him, Twitchpaw scrabbled backward, a screech of horror slashing in twain any peace in the air. "What is that!?" Breath quickened, he looked frantically between his hunting patrol and the ghost, that still began to drift closer and closer, in hand with the moaning winds. "What i-i-i-s it!?" A spirit, a spirit- he knew what he thought. And it was going to get them.
It rose, rose, in flight but without wingbeat. White, stark, billowing- a spectre, a wraith, big enough to be a Twoleg. The concept of Twolegs having spirits that rose to the sky was not one he had heard of- but there, was he viewing evidence of it? Of spirits hailing from Twoleg residences, that rose up to the sky on windy days to ascend to the afterlife?
Except- it wasn't going up anymore. Carried by the breeze, the apparition in its alabaster glory began to drift, shapeshift, closer and closer and closer. And it was horrifying- huge, boring down upon them like the eyes of a god, yet eyeless, faceless, featureless. Bristling at the sight of it making its way toward him, Twitchpaw scrabbled backward, a screech of horror slashing in twain any peace in the air. "What is that!?" Breath quickened, he looked frantically between his hunting patrol and the ghost, that still began to drift closer and closer, in hand with the moaning winds. "What i-i-i-s it!?" A spirit, a spirit- he knew what he thought. And it was going to get them.
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