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Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 1, 2020 23:25:49 GMT -5
Honeystorm It was a few days before his paralyzing nightmare. Not that he wasn't used to them by now. But the divide between dream and reality was still firm. When Moonlitnocturne awoke that day, he expected the same old, same old. Discordantpaw and him would go train, or Bloodyrondo would drag him around the territory doing some asinine thing. The bed that would be messed up in a few days was clean and almost didn't look slept in. Maybe he really did sleep as still as a stone? When the Janus went to leave his prison cell, he found something odd.
In the darkness of the prison sprouted a single flower. It was small, not even tall enough to reach the tiny tom's shoulder, but was a bright red. It had four petals and it appeared to stare at him, waiting. His expression leveled, still in disbelief after all this time. "What is this, some poor god's sign?" The Janus challenged, rolling his eyes like he wasn't talking to a flower. At that, one of the petals burst into flames. "Hey! What the hell?" Moonlit lifted his paw to put it out, but the heat was overpowering. His ears flattened, the petal was facing north. Just as it started, it stopped, seeming satisfied. And the flower fell off it's stem at Moonlit's feet.
A while later, the Janus found himself in the Burial Grounds, holding the flower and the little bit of stem left on it. He scrunched up his nose, the smell and heat overpowering. When he held the flower, no one bothered to talk to him or ask where he was going. Must have been some lesson he slept through. For now, he could only walk through the field of sunflowers, every white hair on him fluffing up.
