when nightmares end, reality begins. and sometimes that's so much worse. [p]

[ophelia]

[ @Willowfern ]
this is a private role-play set in raspberryswirl's dreamscape

RASPBERRYSWIRL

Chaos. It was chaos. Raspberryswirl was trapped in her nightmares, and somehow that was even worse than the sleepless nights she'd been getting for the past moon. The cacophony of visions and sounds swirled around her like a living cage, keeping her asleep and afraid. The voices were unknown to her but simultaneously so familiar, like something from a dream. A different dream, that is, since she was quite obviously in one already.

And then, just like that, silence. The images continued in their whirlwind, but the noise had disappeared. "Hello?" she croaked out hesitantly, speaking to the discord itself.

"HE LEFT ME NO CHOICE!"

Raspberryswirl shrieked in terror, tripping backwards over her tail as the phantom form of a scarred grey tomcat with green eyes loomed into existence, staring down at her. Her father. She recognized her face from memories long since locked away. But why would he be haunting her? A feeling of inexplicable guilt and mourning washed over her chest, and she flinched away.

"Please, please, please..." she whimpered. She screwed her eyes shut as tight as possible, hoping that when she opened them again it would all be okay.

The grey molly stayed like that for what seemed like moons, curled into a ball. The silence blanketed her like a cocoon, heavier and heavier until she couldn't take it anymore. With a gasp, she leapt to her feet, green eyes staring wildly in search for her father's form. It was no where to be found.

Instead, the warrior found herself in the woods. "What...?" she trailed off as she looked around. Had she sleepwalked out of camp? But where was she? This wasn't Shadowclan territory. Oh no. Oh no. Had she intruded into another clan's territory?? She'd made enough mistakes lately, this was one she couldn't afford. The she-cat backed up frantically...right into a bush.

Fur raised, she whipped around, freeing her pelt from the foliage. Too frazzled to pick the leaves out of her usually immaculate fur, she instead stuck her nose into the plant, sniffing deeply to decipher which clan this was. To her confusion, there was no clan scent. She opened her eyes to examine the bush more carefully.

Each leaf was lush and green, even in the dim night lighting. And the blossoms that grew from the branches were symmetrical. Too symmetrical. Everything shone with a soft, glittering light that radiated comfort and peace. The pieces began to fall in place. This was Starclan.

Raspberryswirl backed away, more slowly this time. She wasn't dead. She was dreaming. Which meant she was here for a reason. Was it her father? He could be dead for all she knew, since her mother refused to speak of him. Maybe he could give her answers. The feline turned slowly, peering through the all-too-perfect trees in an attempt to find whoever had summoned her here. Now that she focused, she could definitely sense a presence, but whoever it was evaded her field of vision.

"D-dad?"