Dream Turned Nightmare [p]

[SuspiciousMindz]

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Medicine Cat | ThunderClan Entity
Silver Tongue T1 | Monkey's Paw [active] | Worldweaver T2 | Nightmare Fuel T2
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It wasn't long ago that Spiderthroat had told her she was the Medicine Cat. It wasn't long ago that her trust had been chipped at, and her paranoia momentarily doubled. Cats were only good at using other cats, huh? Manipulative creatures, the living. The only face she'd ever turned to was Thrush. He never did anything like that -- that she knew -- but he was dead. Dead dead. Only to be visited in dreams.

That was why she was here tonight; to touch base with the former warrior. However, she found herself elsewhere. A land filled with more stars than she could remember. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the scenery. Where am I?
Thankfully, Treetiger wasn't aware of StarClan or Entity would've been ripping the area to shreds. It would've torn her out of this dream faster than she would be able to react.
Narrowed eyes shifted to a new face amongst the stars. Tan and white. A tom. "Who are you, where's Thrush?" She'd ask simply, her tail lashing with warning.


The former ThunderClan warrior stepped from the brush he hid in. The last time he'd contacted anyone was seasons ago. He was around in the times of second Evil Era. He served under three leaders: Ratnight to Snowstar. "I'm Hiddentalon. A warrior from seasons ago," he introduced himself. However, his ears perked upon hearing of this 'Thrush'. Thrush who? Nevermind that. Hiddentalon took a few steps closer, until his amber eyes rested on a shadowy figure looming nearby. It was static right now, taking the form of a cat-like figure. "Quite the... friend... you have there," a simple comment.

Hiddentalon shook his head, ears flicking as he remembered the task at hand. "I've come to extend a paw out for help. StarClan needs you-" he was interrupted by a horrid sound. His gaze widened, shifting to stare at the shadowy figure who was suddenly not so static. It was vibrating, 'glitching' out if you will. The high-pitched scream that bellowed across the territory ripped Hiddentalon from his thoughts. This was a danger. An object that didn't belong here. "Treetiger... we need you... please, tell your 'friend' to calm down. This is important for the clans! For StarClan!" Another scream and this time, Hiddentalon flinched, ducking his head away and pinning his ears to muffle the noise.


That was all it took. A confession. Another 'ask' for help. Another way another cat found her useful. They just wanted to use her, AGAIN. Treetiger bristled, her muscles tensing until the words 'StarClan' left his mouth, then again. Thrush had warned her about this... she was ready to defend herself, though. However, the name clicked and a wicked smile spread across her lips. "Ooh... so you're one of them!" She cooed, taking a simple step forward despite the screaming from Entity. It was waiting and she knew that. She had no control over it here. Dreams, the afterlife, whatever this place was... Entity was harder to control. And now it knew. "Thrush had said your name before! YES! He said he killed you at that WindClan and ThunderClan border. Said it was the start to one of their wars. Said you were one of those star-worshipping wackos that couldn't be trusted!" Another step. "I... HA-!" she whipped her tail, another step. The horror that lit up the cream and white cat's eyes was intoxicating. "MY FRIEND can show you what death felt like... again..."

"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE. YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND. YOU'RE NOT TO BE TRUSTED!" She'd howl, saliva dripped from her maw at the thought of bloodshed, although that wouldn't come here. Not in this dream. She'd enjoy watching, as Hiddentalon was ripped apart slowly.

Nightmare Fuel activated
While Hiddentalon may try to run, Entity ripped across the clearing. A sickening scream coming from both it and Treetiger's mouth. Red eyes glistened with hatred and Entity grew in size, shadowing over Hiddentalon and simply engulfing the feline. Entity felt itself get ripped open in a small area, just long enough for the StarClan warrior to slip away and run. Boy, did that warrior run.


He was choking! He was CHOKING?! HOW?! Entity engulfed him before he could react. He screamed. Sounds that hadn't escaped him, ever. They were pleading as multiple strikes came from several directions. He was unable to avoid them, taking them until he found an opening. He'd rip his way through, then run. He'd run as fast as he could. He felt his tears, his spirit injured and regenerating slower than normal. This wasn't normal. Did ThunderClan recruit someone that'd doom them? What was their leader thinking...


Once Entity was done and sitting idly beside Treetiger, her ears twitched at another sound. Huffing from the physical strain Entity took from her, she turned her head and stared in the direction of the noise. It was ready to go again. It would. If it meant protecting Treetiger from corruption... it would. "SHOW YOURSELF!" She spat, turning to face the direction of whomever was there. She hoped they saw it. She hoped they say they were another StarClan cat. She could use another show.

@Starfall - whoever your spirit is

[Starfall]

Nightcry
Former ThunderClan Warrior || StarClan. @SuspiciousMindz

There it was. His anxiety. Something he hadn't felt since he'd died, since he'd been killed. Since Dayhum died. But it came back in full bloom and he felt the need to pass out. To lay down and tuck his head beneath his paws. Make it go away, he just had to make sure he couldn't see it, and it would go away.

Instinct took over, and he curled in on himself as she yelled. Fur fluffing. He almost fit in with the area around him. That being said, the moment Hiddentalon was ripped apart, howling, yelling. Screaming. His fight or flight kicked in. It took everything in his power to fight it. To keep his legs from shaking.

Finally, in full view. Nightcry stood up, a used doll. Something that Ratnight had shaped, molded. A seemingly perfect warrior. One that only worked when terrified for his brothers life. One who's use was no longer needed. A doll tossed to the side. A rusting being. One who's only skills are to kill, to maim and to fight. No there. Not used nor needed. Not in the land of the dead...or so he thought.

"I-I'm not here to fight. Really. I. I promise. I'm sitting. See. No coming forwards. I won't come towards you if you don't come towards me. I'm just here to talk." a pause as he shrunk in on himself.

"Really. Just here to talk. No requests, no orders nothing. I-I don't have that authority."

[SuspiciousMindz]

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Medicine Cat | ThunderClan Entity
Silver Tongue T1 | Monkey's Paw [active] | Worldweaver T2 | Nightmare Fuel T2
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The bristling of her pelt would only calm down as the anxious mess revealed himself and sat before her. A safe distance, she might add to her notes. Her tail twitched and she cautiously lowered her haunches to the ground and watched them. Anxiety radiated from his voice, from his posture, just from him as a whole and she... she could related to that. She, too, was simply an anxious mess with complications that arise from too much of a build-up. Treetiger would toss her gaze over to her friend momentarily, seeing that they're calm, which also helped calm her further.

Entity would eventually calm, following suite of its host. The cat before them didn't openly come out as good or bad, StarClan or other, so it didn't know. Once more, if Treetiger didn't know, it didn't know either. Not here, not now. So, it sat idly nearby, observing -- or it appeared that way. Statically awaiting the next move.

"Then talk, what do you want?" Treetiger's voice was bitter, but her gaze was curious as it focused back in on the spirit. Her ears were erect, honed in on his voice and breaths, vision taking in every subtle movement and her mind reeling with suspicion. "And who're you anyway."

@Starfall - Nightcry

[Starfall]

Nightcry
Former ThunderClan Warrior || StarClan. @SuspiciousMindz

The dead tom winced as she spoke. Anxiety was through the roof, or non existent one that is. If you looked close enough you could see his whiskers quivering.

"Um. Hi. Hello I'm uh. I'm. My name is Nightcry. I was a Warrior under Ratnight...when the Dark Forest took over...I uh. I'm just here to give a gentle warning? I suppose." a pause as he rattled on. Paws twisting in on one another. "Well. Sorta. Uh. Hiddentalon was supposed to do that, I was just here, for some reason to follow actually I-I don't know. But uh!"

with that, the black feline sucked in a breath. Shakily letting it out. "It's to warn you...about the StarCave? It's been shattered...broken. The Dark Forest has gotten uh. Gotten pretty strong. Which is okay...if that's something You believe in. Not here to..uh. Not here to really judge...right now...but! If it continues, they're going to do what they did seasons ago...most if not all of the leaders were killed...and murdered...and other's took over. With the Night suffix instead of Star." a pause. Truthfully. He did care. He cared a lot, actually. But he wasn't here to get angry, he wasn't here to preach StarClan and all of that. He was here to warn.

"Your leader, just got to power and...I would suggest a course of uh. Of action if we want to keep the current leaders...alive? So they don't get...so he doesn't get. G-get ambushed."