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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jul 10, 2019 14:27:15 GMT -5
The vibrations of many massive paws thrumming against the ground sent ripples through the many collections of water in the territory. Scents so hauntingly familiar and yet so unknown to her filled her nose like the sudden spray of a skunk. Drums of war pounded with each second in her chest as the thundering sound came closer. She wanted to bolt forward and rush the group, yet her paws remained planted. All around her, cats with underbites yelled to one another phrases that she couldn't hear. "Get out of here! They'll slaughter you!" She wanted to bark, yet her jaws were clamped shut. The air grew hot and suddenly piercing screeches of pain split through the air and sent a horrifying tingle down her spine. She was dreaming. That was it. "You're dreaming. You're dreaming." She growled to herself, fighting to wake up...
Tuskblood tore herself from the dream with all the strength she could muster. As reality slowly returned and her vision cleared enough to see the camp sleeping peacefully, she panted in her nest. Moons had passed since the sickness took over her mind, and she was sure she was cured at one point. However, since her move to Waterclan, nightmares of that day had began plaguing her sleep. She rose quietly from her nest in the warriors den and picked her way over the sleeping forms of her clanmates to the outside. Once the moonlight washed over her pelt, she shook herself and began to leave camp, giving a nod to the guard on her way out. She hoped they didn't pick up on her clear discomfort. Tuskblood mumbled to herself about being a scared little kit as she made her way to one of the many pools of water on the territory.
