!TW! mentions of de-th and suffering, wolves ============================================= Darkness. Quiet. The only sound is breathing. Nothing stirs, it only breathes. She only breathes. Eyes shut, as she stays still. Quiet fear creeps into her mind, freezing her. Then wingbeats. Hundreds of them. Drowning in them, they are so loud. So, so loud. And now there's light. So much of it, it's blinding. Rookkit winces, crying out at the light. The blinding light clears, leaving Rookkit balancing on the edge. The edge is blurry, there's something infinite and unfathomable about the edge. There is nothing after the edge. Yet there is something. It's not definitive, and never will be. And there's light. It's FlurryClan territory, or what Rookkit thinks it looks like, at the very least. But wolves. There are so many wolves. Their howls louder than a hurricane. Than a siren. And there's a single figure in the haze. Shatteredblossom. Rookkit's parent. Rookkit spreads her wings-- wings. A bird's wings, a rook's wings. Wide, like they'll cover the sun. Perched atop the willow over-looking camp. Camp? She's outside of camp, with the wolves? The blurry haze grows harder as Shatteredblossom takes a slow step forward, and Rookkit shoots into the sky, the stars, but it's daylight now. It is so so confusing. What is this? Rookkit is flying. Flying, like a bird, eyes glowing like stars. A silhouette of shadow above the snapping maws of canines, the peircing eyes of Shatteredblossom, pupless, and another figure, ripping from the haze. Gray and dark, wings of a dove, flies below her. Bright trails of red. Lapisdove. The wolves, they aren't wolves. They're contorting, indefinite, morphing and bl-eding into each other and themselves, but some kind of twisted clarity tells Rookkit what they are. Bl-od, snapping maws below her as she coasts above. Is this a transition? Is this what they felt when they left? When Lapisdove and Shatteredblossom d-ed? No, no, this isn't that. Bright, blinding colors shift into deep shadows, what kind of place is this? Nothing stays the same, nothing is recognizable, the fluttering lights moving like fireflies. And yet something in Rookkit's mind says that it all is true and is normal... Normal... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Cold sweat, pounding heart, unsheathed claws, soft nest, shapes that stayed the same, a world no longer moving. Reality. It was a dream. Rookkit wept, she sobbed, the fear and pain ripping from her thoat, her wings gone, fallen to ash in her mind. It was just a dream. ============================================= CREDITS: written by: @octoberpaw Rookkit owned by: designed by: Shatteredblossom owned by: Lapisdove owned by: Roleplay:
