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       IT CALLS ME - open
       By: dawnfire111 Date: March 13, 2017, 11:37 pm
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       Copperpaw had been sleeping peacefully in her warm nest when it
       happened. It was late morning, as he mentor had let her sleep in
       after staying out quite late patrolling the night before. The
       thick darkness of the mines crowded around her, but slowly slunk
       back as the sun peered into the cave. Strings of dirt and vines
       hung above her while she drifted through her peaceful dreams.
       Suddenly, the small apprentice was attacked by razor sharp
       claws. She let out a cry and jumped up in shock as pain shot
       across her back. The sturdy ground beneath disappeared, and she
       realized she was falling to her doom. But wait, not falling.
       Flying. She zoomed through the air, but she couldn't control it.
       Her vision was blurry, and her ears were blocked out by the
       sound of howling wind. Huge trees flew by and boulders barely
       missed her before crashing into a cliff, which she was soon
       thrown against.
       Then she felt nothing. Nothing at all. All of the noise cleared
       away to make way for quickly slowing pounding of her heart. She
       lay on the ground unable to move, but she could see. And what
       she witnessed made her want to go blind. Visions and nightmares
       flashed in front of her. Cats everywhere being taken away by the
       wretched hands of the storm. She watched cats see their loved
       ones be crushed by a tree right before their eyes, or be
       brutally murdered by the tornado before they could whisper their
       last words of meaning. Copperpaw wanted to cry out. She wanted
       it to stop so much.
       Then she woke up. Copperpaw opened her wide amber eyes and
       looked around to see she was lying on the ground in camp. A
       strange mist floated just above her but quickly dispersed,
       leaving her flank coated in dew. Her heart was pounding at fast
       pace now and she was breathing heavily from the intensity of her
       nightmare. She slowly sat up and felt uncomfortably damp, not
       just from the droplets that took rest on her pelt, but also the
       cold, wet ground she was laying on. She had rolled off her dry
       nest into the cool dirt, and figured the wetness came from her
       sweat. After staring for a few moments at everything, she
       started to come to her senses and relax. She was home. She was
       safe. Copperpaw could hear some mews and soft shuffling noises
       of her clan coming awake, and soon felt assured that her
       clanmates were safe and sound as well.
       Copperpaw stood up and shook her pelt, but still couldn't wipe
       the fear from her face and the quivering from her legs. She
       hated these dreams, these visions, that had been plaguing her
       lately. She gotten stuff like this ever since she could
       remember, but was shut down whenever she asked if it meant
       anything. So the grouchy apprentice always pushed it away,
       however, it continued to haunt her at the back of her mind.
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