falling awake [open] year 7, leaf-fall day 29 Dec 6, 2019 21:18:37 GMT -5 Fawntastic and ʞɐɹɐzɥɐl like this
Post by Muze on Dec 6, 2019 21:18:37 GMT -5
Year 7, Leaf-fall 29 - Temperatures drop a bit with the presence of random bursts of showers and blustering cold winds throughout the day.
Passionpaw;The howling wind whistled through the rocks of the StoneClan camp. The haunting noise and her dream of falling that night had woken her earlier than usual. She loved to sleep until the very last moment of waking up. In the dimness she shuddered awake, her chest rising and falling quickly from unexpected adrenalin. Her wide pale green eyes blinked owlishly as she made sense of where she was – in the dens, surrounded by her siblings.
The first two days after Flickerleaf had been carried away, Passionpaw had been quieter than usual – in fact, rather silent. She was sure there were some that were grateful for the break in her chatter, but there were also some that had worried, but had given her space. Silence. It was the last thing she remembered Flickerleaf talking to her about – being quiet. Perhaps her silence was Passionpaw’s way of grieving or showing respect to her old mentor… she blinked at the thought, in her mind’s eye seeing the flailing body of Flickerleaf as she was carried away. Her dreams had been similar, ones of falling or being carried away or flying – which had been wonderful until she was falling. Falling…falling…
Her body shuddered and she quietly got up, picking her way through still silence bodies. More than a week ago she probably would have tried to wake one up to keep her company, but her haunting dream had woken her up in a quiet mood. She found a tight spot that led to where the rocks opened up to outside and squeezed into it – her nose touching the cold air of the morning. It wasn’t raining at the moment, but it smelled like it had not long ago. She took a deep breath and curled into the tight space and let her eyes flicker close. It only took a couple of moments of laying there for Passionpaw to regret not waking up one of her siblings. Her ears flicked backward to see if she had inadvertently woken up her siblings anyways, or maybe someone else. She didn’t want to fall back into sleep where she was bound to have another dream and she definitely didn’t want to lay by herself where her thoughts had time to marinate, Passionpaw just wanted the day to start.
ʞɐɹɐzɥɐl Ghost the Undead Goddess [open to anyone who wants to jump in! we may be doing battle training for dawnpaw and passionpaw]