- Aug 9, 2023
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Being assigned to guard duty wasn't always so bad. It was peaceful, usually. She could look up at the stars and trace pictures into the sky with her mismatched eyes and she could daydream about what it would be like if she had been born a bird rather than a cat named for one. She would float through the cosmos on brilliant wings, she imagines herself doing graceful arial maneuvers, of touching the stars with frost tipped wings. But these dreams would never be, she was born a cat and not anything else so she was condemned to a life spent marred to the ground. The closest thing she would ever get to the feeling she only experienced in her sleep was when she swam under the night sky, the water reflects the stars and she can almost pretend that they are tangible in that moment.
She looks at the tom who is perched next to her. A SkyClanner who had introduced himself as Doompaw if she remembered correctly. Its a funny name, she thinks. Doom. Did his parents not like him when he was born? Did they think that his arrival signified the end of all times? She wants to ask but she does not wish to be rude so instead she opens her mouth and asks another thing that had been on her mind "Do you ever dream?" surely she could not be the only one. She affixes him with her sad blue eyes when she asks the question, pinning him in place until she is answered.
