squish squeak squish squeak [open]

[BEAR.]

Ugh, being up here was BORING.

That was the problem with being dead. Sure, he'd been dipping his toes in ThunderClan stuff, and he did the prophecy duet with Cinds, but that was... barebones it felt. There was nothing here but waiting.

And for what? His essence to turn to dust? Nah, Jaystride wasn't about that. He was restless, needed to do something, needed...

Huh, he hadn't realized he crossed over into the dream realm. He didn't immediately see whoever the dreamer was, so decided to take the time to play around with the lack of logistics of this realm. Hmmm... he conjured a mini badger from the mists and began to use it like a toy, batting the growling and fiesty "creature" around and squishing it to project air. Sqqqqueeeak!

[BEAR.]

Finally, after getting tired of the badger squeaky toy Jaystride drop-kicked it into the woods. It might disappear, it might not - he wasn't sure how dreams worked in that regard.

"Helllo?" Usually dreamers were more responsive than this. Eh, he'd bounce soon if no one answered - he wasn't going to sit around and hope something would happen. Maybe he'd throw together another squeaky toy, see how far it'd go.