[Fae Magic]

Wisteriapaw - 16 Moons - Gorgeclan

"Just because no one else can heal or do your inner work for you doesn't mean you can, should, or need to do it alone."~Wisteriapaw

She could see. For once in a blue moon she could finally see. She could count only on one paw how many times she'd been able to open her eyes and see the world around her. But it wasn't real. None of it was. Not the beauty of the blue sky above her with the white fluffy clouds overhead. Not the bright grass that she knew did not belong to Leafbare's weather lay thick and soft between her toes as she walked along a open field of vast greenery dotted with browns and grays of the rocks that jutted from the ground and a few flowers dotting like yellow and white dogs swaying in the gentle breeze. It was nice, it was beautiful. But it wasn't real. Her mind seemed to know this. Because she was born blind; nothing here was real no matter how peaceful it was. She felt it in her very soul. She could feel the shift beneath her paws. She could see the clouds once so white and beautiful turn a gloomy cast of dark grey and the sky darkened with it. She could feel the trembling of the earth beneath her and she watched with bright blue eyes filled with horror as the skies darkened and the grass and flowers in the field wilted and decayed within seconds in front of her eyes. She watched in terror so consuming her entire body as the earth began to crumble and jut up from the ground as it began to tear itself apart. Some sinking into the darkness below while other rose to the sky. She felt herself falling and realized that a piece of the ground beneath her paws was sinking into the impossible darkness below into the chasm that the earth opened up into. She cried out in fear and propelled her legs; weak and trembling to find stable ground. Jumping from one piece of earth to another; higher and higher as each stepping stone she touched would crumble beneath her like ashes and vanish into the ever growing abyss below. Her paw slipped, there was no more ground to cover and she found herself tipping backwards with the wind howling in her ears she felt herself falling backwards with a loud yowl of horror, panic, and flailing limbs until darkness was all she saw.

Wisteriapaw's gaze opened with a flash but darkness was all she saw. Still in the throws of her panic attack and nightmare fresh in her mind she thought she was still falling. Her limbs felt weak and trembling as she flailed in the her nest. There was someone there, a voice she didn't register, a scent she didn't find familiar. She wasn't curled up with Whitehawk in the warrior's den; a habit she often had to sneak in there in the middle of the night just to get away from her nightmares. But she wasn't. She was in the apprentice den surrounded by the scenes of those she knew and those that she still was trying to get used to do to the merge. Her heart was pounding so heavy in her chest and in her ears that she didn't hear the words speaking to her. She didn't see who was speaking to her and she felt as if she was going to drown from over stimulation with the nightmare so fresh in her mind. But the gentle touch of the other cat drew her back from her dark thoughts and she shifted her head towards the figure. Her nose picking up a scent she could finally put to a name. Bonepaw. The snowy molly hadn't talked much to him; more out of her own self-consciousness and partly out of fear of socializing again once the merge happened. She'd talked in passing to him of course, him being busy with the construction of the new clan no doubt while she sat inside the walls like some useless lump of fur. But even so, her nose did not lie to her of who was in front of her. Feeling her heart slowly regain control of itself she swallowed feeling her throat a little dry. 


"I'm sorry..." she began clearing her throat feeling the heat of embarrassment itch her fur. "I didn't meant to wake you..." she said. "I hadn't kicked you or anything did I?"

She was so self conscious that she'd been flailing and wailing in her sleep and wondered if she'd woken up anyone else besides Bonepaw. Was he the one that was her nest neighbor or was that someone else? She couldn't remember but it'd make sense if she'd accidentally kicked him in her sleep or something. 

Word Count: #000 || Tag: Amber || Notes: #tada!

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[Amber]

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Don't you want to feel like a rebel
Renegade on the run?
Real live wire in the cross fire ridin' shotgun

His dreams were quiet. He hadn’t been plagued by nightmares like many of his Clanmates, many of his denmates. The earthquake was, at this point, a distant memory for the young tom. He and his family had all come out unscathed, so trauma was not his to bear. On some level, however, he knew it wasn’t so for everyone, and many of his Clanmates were still deeply scarred. As he lay on his back in his nest, stretched with his belly to the sky, sound asleep, others weren’t so lucky.

A sharp rabbit-kick to his side jerked him to the side, and golden eyes opened groggily. As he adjusted position to recenter his back, a quiet whimper caught his ear. He rolled completely over in the direction the kick had come from, to see one of his denmates thrashing about. In a moment, he had flipped to his paws and crowded her nest, trying to get a paw past her flailing legs to press against her.

“Wisteriapaw, wake up. Wake up, it’s okay. You’re safe, you’re in your nest. It’s okay.” Bonepaw tried to keep his soothing words quiet, worried about waking the other apprentices. He kept murmuring quiet words, hoping to calm her enough that she either woke or the nightmare eased. He finally managed to get a paw on her shoulder, and he maintained a gentle pressure as she started to come out of it. As she turned to sniff at him, he gave a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to wake you...” Bonepaw let a soft purr resonate in his throat. “I hadn’t kicked you or anything, did I?” The tuxedo apprentice gave a soft chuckle. “It’s okay. Promise I’ve taken worse hits in training. I’m actually glad, because that means I was able to wake you up.” He sat down at the edge of her nest and tilted his head. Softly, he asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”

I'm breakin' out of this town like a renegade
So baby get ready to run

BONEPAW

GorgeClan .::. Apprentice .::. Eighteen Moons .::. Fae Magic

[Fae Magic]

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WISTERIAPAW

She couldn't help the relief that flooded her that instead of hearing a voice filled with irritation or groggy scorn that her nest neighbor was actually cool about being woken up. The snowy molly felt embarrassed at the fact she'd acted like such a kit during her nightmare. Perhaps, the feeling of shame she felt came from the deep need to make sure others were alright before herself so the fact she'd shown weakness in front of another clan mate it made her a little embarrassed. But Bonepaw did not know that so he did not see an issue with her behavior. She on the other hand was a little self-conscious. She prayed no one else had woken up who knew her. She hated to show weakness in front of anyone let alone those she knew who'd watched her show strength for the sake of others. Bonepaw's light amusement seemed to do well to ease her mind a little though as the apprentice slowly rose to a sitting position in her nest. She made a side note to redo her nest later that morning. Still feeling a little shy about her mishap she ducked her head to lick at her chest fur to hide the expression on her face until his words hit her brain and she lifted her head to blink her blank eyes at him in confusion. He was glad she kicked him? What a funny way of putting it; it actually made her let out a little huff of a laugh alongside him. Who would have been glad to be kicked from their nest in their sleep? But she could understand the logic behind it; he managed to wake her up from her night terrors despite her accidentally kicking him awake. It would have been worse to allow someone to just wallow in their terror than to get a smack that wouldn't even linger more than a day in a worst-case scenario.

Wisteriapaw gave a little hum as she felt him shift to sit beside her and his question broke the silence. It made her pause a moment in thought, nothing but the sound of the snores and gentle breathing of their clan mates sleeping around them for a few minutes as she thought over it. Should she tell him the truth? Well, obviously he knew she had a nightmare since he'd woken her out of it but should she confine what she was dreaming about? What she was dreaming about? Would he think her over dramatic? She did not know Bonepaw very well. Meaning, she did not know if he was one of those who lost someone in the earthquake or if he had managed to come out untouched by mother nature's harsh ways. For all, she knew he would scoff at her nightmare and think her a child. After all, they'd settled in just fine into their new lands just in time for Leaf-bare. But he would not understand the depth of her fear that drew nightmares into her sleep almost on a daily. Her terror was tenfold in her mind as she had to escape that earthquake separate from her family and friends without the ability to see the trembling earth as it shifted. It was a miracle in her eyes that she'd even managed to survive by a stroke of luck having found her mentor during the chaos. It still haunted her even to this day. If she could put into words her feelings would Bonepaw actually understand?

He was kind though, she guessed as much from his interactions thus far; how he'd managed to wake her up and seemed genuinely concerned about her well being. He was asking about how she felt right now that counted for something. Forcing a smile that barely tugged at her whiskers she gave a little nod that seemed almost sheepish in the way her head ducked to hide her features from his gaze. Telling him without words that he was correct in his assumption.

"I really am sorry for waking you Bonepaw." she said softly. "I guess tonight was another bad night...they-they normally isn't that bad. I mean, I guess they haven't been. I don't often remember them after I wake up just the resounding terror I felt during them. But I mean.." she shrugged a little regretful as she added

"No one has said anything to me about them yet so I can only hope they haven't been as bad as tonight."

"This is Wisteria speaking." And this is Wisteria thinking.

Gorgeclan Apprentice

Abyss

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