October 23rd, 2023, 10:44 AM
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somehow still here
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Join Date: Oct 2021
Status: school brain rot
Gender: he/him
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What are memories if not dreams themselves? (VA)
whats happening to me..?
It had been quiet. It had almost felt like a weird calmness had washed over him, cradled in his mother arms, with the slow tide crashing far in the distance.
Of course, quiet doesn't mean silence, and calmness doesn't mean he hadn't been scared out of his fur. His mothers small sobs had accompanied his sniffles amongst the sounds of the bustling camp outside, his paws had quaked with terror, and the nursery was filled with the suffocating smell of fear intertwined with the disgustingly sweet smell of sickness.
He had heard the muffled sound of his mother trying to comfort him and herself, but no matter how hard he had tried, it had never been clear enough for him to have made out the words themselves, and thus no comfort had come of them. He hadn't the faintest clue about what had been going on, he knew he had felt bad, he had knew it wasn't right, but he hadn't known why Vinewatcher was crying too. He had shivered, he was cold. So, so cold.. and tired.
The young kit had rested his head on his mothers paws, he was scared, sleepy and cold, but she was warm and made him feel safer. Safe.. he had thought to himself, he was safe with his mom, safe with my brothers and sisters.., safe in Riverclan, no harm will come to be with mom. His eyes had begun to droop from exhaustion, although tears had still streamed from them.
He had heard a yowl of protest from his mom before he was met with true silence, his consciousness ebbed away from his pelt, and although he had tried to fight to stay awake while his mother had poked and prodded him, the pull was much to strong and he felt his very soul get caught in the crashing waves. Dragged underwater, stripped away from everything he knew, his home, his kin, his clanmates, his nest, his bad feeling, his.. body..? "Wait-!" He begun to call out to his mom, his family- anyone! before abruptly stirring.
He awoke near his den in muffled tides, his fur still puffed out in fear. By stars, did Starclans territory mess with his dreams.
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