Post by Shadefeather on Mar 31, 2011 18:19:43 GMT -6
Eyes glowed from behind the undergrowth. Red, yellow, green; they were all there. They seemed to peer into Shadefeather's heart, and the darkness that seemed to spread from them was chilling and evil. They came closer to Shadefeather, her fur standing on end. Attatched to the deep, bloodthirsty eyes were lanky, thin bodies. They were as dark as the shadows themselves, moving just as silently. Within moments, claws were piercing the tabby warrior's throat, blood starting to pour out of the wound.
Shadefeather woke with a start, feeling the blood starting to form just below her ear. Her heart was racing, though her common sense told her it was all a dream. She looked around the warriors den, relieved that she hadn't woken the others up with all the thrashing. She stood somewhat shakily, investigating her nest for the source of the wound. After pawing around for a moment, Shadefeather discovered the thorn that lay just under a piece of moss, hidden from view.
With a light sigh, Shadefeather picked up the thorn gingerly between her teeth, stepping over the other warriors and out of the den. Dropping the thorn at the edge of the bracken wall, she pushed it under, out of a kit's reach. Nodding to herself, Shadefeather made her way to the fresh-kill pile at the center of the Thunderclan camp. The ground was covered with dew, and the sun had just risen over the horizon, a scarlet ring around its burning edge.
Not many other cats were out of their dens as early as Shadefeather was, though there were some. The tabby warrior sat near the fresh-kill, closing her eyes slowly and enjoying the sunlight on her back. The grass around her was slightly wet, but the spot she had chosen had dried quickly enough. Shadefeather opened her eyes and glanced around the clearing, hoping for one of the other cats to speak with her. It would lighten the memories of the dream from her shoulders.
Shuddering, Shadefeather shook her head. The dream... She thought distractedly. There was no explanation available to her of why she had seen the same terrifying dream ever night for at least the past moon. The she-cat hadn't even told anyone about it, though she was starting to wonder if she should.
Shadefeather woke with a start, feeling the blood starting to form just below her ear. Her heart was racing, though her common sense told her it was all a dream. She looked around the warriors den, relieved that she hadn't woken the others up with all the thrashing. She stood somewhat shakily, investigating her nest for the source of the wound. After pawing around for a moment, Shadefeather discovered the thorn that lay just under a piece of moss, hidden from view.
With a light sigh, Shadefeather picked up the thorn gingerly between her teeth, stepping over the other warriors and out of the den. Dropping the thorn at the edge of the bracken wall, she pushed it under, out of a kit's reach. Nodding to herself, Shadefeather made her way to the fresh-kill pile at the center of the Thunderclan camp. The ground was covered with dew, and the sun had just risen over the horizon, a scarlet ring around its burning edge.
Not many other cats were out of their dens as early as Shadefeather was, though there were some. The tabby warrior sat near the fresh-kill, closing her eyes slowly and enjoying the sunlight on her back. The grass around her was slightly wet, but the spot she had chosen had dried quickly enough. Shadefeather opened her eyes and glanced around the clearing, hoping for one of the other cats to speak with her. It would lighten the memories of the dream from her shoulders.
Shuddering, Shadefeather shook her head. The dream... She thought distractedly. There was no explanation available to her of why she had seen the same terrifying dream ever night for at least the past moon. The she-cat hadn't even told anyone about it, though she was starting to wonder if she should.
