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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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