Dark Forest Camp - Page 59

**gs29513** · #**581** January 5th, 2025, 05:41 PM

When Deadmoon awoke, it was to darkness. Made sense. She was never going to sleep well, not after what had happened to Owlpaw. No matter how much she might like to sleep it all away, it was unlikely that she'd sleep peacefully for a moon or two. It happened after every disappearance, or death. But that was what happened to every cat, and they were all handling it just fine. She couldn't go around being useless and slipping into what'd happened after Wolffang's first death. No, she had promised herself she'd never be that bad again. That didn't mean her rest was, peaceful, though.

So here she was, in the darkness of what she, in her tired state, initially assumed to be the warriors den. But as she got to her paws, it became clear that wasn't the case. It wasn't her nest beneath her, comforting and soft. Instead it was a damp carpet of dead leaves, crawling into the crevices of her paws and sticking to her fur. Blinking, she could see....other cats. What looked like scraggly, twolegplace-type nests of sticks and dead leaves. Everything was damp and dark, and as Deadmoon did a slow spin, she got an inkling of a clue where she was. And it was not an answer she liked one bit.

The Dark Forest.

Where the......evil cats went. Where Rosebriar must be, and perhaps Featherwhisker. She....should hope so. It would make sense, that they would be punished. Deadmoon, in all honesty, didn't care. It was far easier not to dwell on such matters, though at this exact moment she was REALLY hoping they had been forgiven, and ended up in Starclan. Not out of any latent family affections, particularly, but a simple desire not to have to see them. So this is the Dark Forest. she muttered, intended for herself. Other ears could probably pick it up, if they so cared to listen. If they noticed, or were capable of noticing, a living cat in their midst. (OPEN!!!)

**FANNIBAL** · #**582** January 5th, 2025, 06:54 PM

@gs29513

Grayowl stared at the cat before walking up to her, his lanky, tall form almost melding with the shadows until he was right in front of her. "Hello." His voice came out creepier than intended, especially for someone that was presumably new to the Dark Forest.

**gs29513** · #**583** January 5th, 2025, 08:03 PM

@FANNIBAL (still sorta open if someone wants to join)
A slight rustling in the air around her, leaves shuffling and wind being disturbed. Deadmoon.....didn't know who was doing it. She couldn't really see, couldn't really tell, and then she REALLY REALLY COULD. A tom stood in front of her, a sinister look on his face. Or perhaps she was being dramatic. Seeing as she was in the Dark Forest, it made it very difficult to be friendly and whatnot. As such, Deadmoon unsheathed her claws immediately, jerking backwards in a sharp step. Then another. She hissed as well, though she kept her paws rooted to the floor. She wouldn't strike first, she was better than that, surely.

Who.....are you? she inquired, squinting her eyes at the tom. Why are you here? What do you want? There was a bit too much going on at the moment for Deadmoon's liking, and she really would like to get back to her nest. Her clan. Being in the land of the living. But, alas, she didn't really know how. So she was just here, whipping her head around occasionally in pretty obvious paranoia. She wanted out, but it didn't seem to be happening.

**FANNIBAL** · #**584** January 5th, 2025, 08:23 PM

@gs29513 Grayowl took a slow step back and partially unsheathed his own claws. "Calm down. I just want to make at least one friend or two. Someone to talk to around here. What's your name? I-I'm here for killing a cat unfairly." The the gray mottled tomcat admitted quietly. That made him sound even worse. Mouse-dung.

**gs29513** · #**585** January 5th, 2025, 09:07 PM

Killed a cat. He had killed a cat. And he was telling HER to calm down? The audacity of this tom was quite impressive, really. Deadmoon was NOT going to resheath her claws in this place, not a chance. She wasn't going to trust this cat either, because, well, she wasn't a fool. I'm not telling you my name, you're a Dark Forest cat! You don't get my game, you could do......creepy Dark Forest things with it! Deadmoon didn't really know what creepy Dark Forest things he could do, but she wasn't about to find out either! And she didn't even know his name, so how could he ask for hers? Again, the audacity!

If you're trying to make friends, maybe you should start by not doing murder! she huffed, tail lashing. Also, if you want my name you should start by giving your own. Ok so maybe she was being a bit of a jerk. Well guess what, random Dark Forest tom! You're the bad guy here! You're the one who did murder! Deadmoon didn't even HAVE to feel bad about being a jerk, because this guy was definitely a bigger one! Well, actually, she supposed she could end up in the Dark Forest herself someday. But she didn't know that would happen yet, so really, she was in the right here! Oh yeah. And I'm not going to be around here for long. I'm going to wake up soon, and then I'm never coming back. Or at least she though so. She hoped so. @FANNIBAL

**FANNIBAL** · #**586** January 5th, 2025, 09:53 PM

The feline almost chuckled at the cautious naivety of the other cats statement. He would lay down, partially exposing his belly as a sign of trust. "Please, I'm a rather new one too. Names Grayowl." @gs29513

**gs29513** · #**587** January 5th, 2025, 10:11 PM

What in Starclan was with this cat? Deadmoon supposed the gesture was a poignant one here, where everyone was a murderous cutthroat, but it meant little to her. If anything, it just served to creep her out. Her claws were staying unsheathed, no matter HOW trustable this mad cat tried to make himself. She wasn't going to attack him, none of that nonsense, but she also had no reason to trust him. I'm not 'a new one'. I'm a Living. Cat. Deadmoon annunciated clearly, taking a seat herself. My names Deadmoon, but I'm not dead. I'm a normal warrior who went to sleep angry, and now I'm here. She was going to wake up. She WAS. Any other thought would be lunacy, and Deadmoon was not a crazy cat. Not at all. @FANNIBAL

**FANNIBAL** · #**588** January 5th, 2025, 10:19 PM

"It will be a rude awakening for you. It feels like a dream, it won't be. I stay around the big oak. Come by when you don't wake up." Grayowl purred before standing up and sulking back into the darkness again. @gs29513 (if you want we can continue this in the DF territory)

**gs29513** · #**589** January 5th, 2025, 10:41 PM

It was a dream, it was. It absolutely completely totally was a dream, and Deadmoon wasn't dead. For SURE. She wasn't delusional, she was alive. Very, very alive. Grayowl was very clearly not, far to at home in these shadows for a living cat. And he was showing his darker side, clearly. He hadn't seemed like a killer, but he had no problem telling her she was completely and totally dead and gone. She was going to wake up, and then it would all be ok. Don't wait up. she huffed after the tom, flopping onto the ground. She had gotten here by sleeping, and she would get out by sleeping. Let it not be said that Deadmoon wasn't a smart cookie occasionally. And just like that, she faded away. @FANNIBAL (She is actually a living cat lol, so I might take you up on that in a separate dream but not atm)