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Post by ℓιz on May 3, 2011 17:59:54 GMT -6
Ivorypaw lay in his nest in the apprentices den. It was early, not even dawn patrol had left yet. The morning birds were just waking up, but the clan was silent. He had had the dream, again. It wasn't a prophecy or anything exciting, just a reoccurring nightmare that plagued him almost every night. He shuddered, it was terrible. And he had no idea where it came from. He looked around the den. He saw Pessimisticpaw, her sides gently rising and falling as she slept, so peacefully.
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Post by <3Moth<3 on May 3, 2011 18:07:32 GMT -6
The she-cat laid on the ground of the den. Her tail twitched eagerly when she got up to a start. Her blue eyes opened with panic as she saw a hawk talon reach down to get her from her sleep. Pessimisticpaw turned her wild gaze on the apprentices that were sleeping and turned quickly to search for Ivorypaw. Her long grayish brown pelt bushed a little and she breathed softly, "Ivorypaw!" She gasped slightly feeling his gaze on her. What did he want?
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Post by ℓιz on May 3, 2011 18:16:36 GMT -6
The large apprentice's eye widened, Foxdung he thought to himself, what was he going to say? How was he going to explain the fact that he was staring at her? "Sorry," He mumbled, sitting up, and looking away from her "I couldn't sleep and I guess I just spaced." Way to go Ivorypaw! Now she thinks you're and idiot. He grinned sheepishly at his den-mate.
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Post by <3Moth<3 on May 3, 2011 18:24:15 GMT -6
Pessimisticpaw looked at the tom and got up slowly to her paws and walked over to him and sat down.Yes, she was normally larger than other apprentices, but now she felt really short and it bugged her that she actually had to look up to talk. Pushing her long legs up so she could at least meet some of his height. "What's to be sorry for?" Her larger blue eyes glistened as she stared at the tom feeling some sort of glare race to her eyes when he looked away from her. "It's fine! I swear it is! What happened in it?" Pessimisticpaw's voice and body felt a need for a story from him just to hear his voice. It had some sort of a comforting tone to it.
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Post by ℓιz on May 3, 2011 19:20:07 GMT -6
Ivorypaw cleared his throat. Recalling the dream was always hard, if was so fuzzy, but he could remember the worst parts. "It's bad..." He mumbled, but he knew she wanted to hear. "I'm so small, and I'm hiding somewhere, it's dark but loud. There are cats screeching everywhere, I can hear pelts being ripped apart by claws and fangs. Blood is raining down on me, and I'm soaked with it. A white she-cat, she looks exactly like Winterpaw," He paused and looked over at his sister, his eyes full of sadness. "But I know she's not, she's older....and her mouth is covered in blood. She's towering over me, and she says something to me...but I can't remember what, I never can. After she talks to me, I feel so calm, so loved. But then something drags her away, I can here her yowling, in pain, she's suffering, but then it stops. A dark shape replaces her. But then I wake up...." He took a deep breath. He'd never told anyone before, not even his sister. He felt as if an immense weight had been lifted, like he was finally free.
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Post by <3Moth<3 on May 8, 2011 16:24:48 GMT -6
Pessimisticpaw looked at the tom with pure eagerness and interest. Her gaze never moved throughout the whole story he told her. Flinching whenever he flinched and shaking her head slightly in disbelief when he told some parts of the nightmare. "Oh wow!" She gasped quietly and nuzzled her body next to his. She didn't really know why she did but...she just wanted him to know she was there for him. "I wonder what it means..." She gasped inwardly as she attempted to put this all together in her head. A smile grew on her face and she purred letting the warmth of his fur on her fur feel so good all together. "Are you happy you told me?" She asked quietly. Pessimisticpaw glanced over at Winterpaw and frowned slightly. She knew something could happen any day. But this was just new and confusing to the little she-cat.
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Post by ℓιz on May 8, 2011 16:46:13 GMT -6
Ivorypaw gasped slightly as she pressed herself against his, she was so small, and warm. He breathed in her scent, it was amazing. His mind drifted, she smelled of herbs, and fish. It took him a minute to realize she had addressed him, he paused. "Uhh, yes." He said, he looked down at her, she was so close. He could feel his pelt growing hot, what if he did something wrong?
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Post by Bear on Dec 19, 2012 21:11:23 GMT -6
Pessimisticpaw instantly shot away from Ivorypaw. "Ew," she growled. "You smell horrible. Get away from me, you creep."
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