Among the shells and nestled in the sand, a tom. He was weary despite his age, fur flattened by the wind, eyes cast down, face shadowed with an unknown emotion. The vibrant light of dusk was fading, leaving behind a trail of dark night. Stars twinkled like many eyes, gazing down at the shadowed figure who gazed at his paws, not knowing where to go next. His fears, his sorrow, had driven him from his clan, and now he stayed here, a new cat. He smiled now. He never truly smiled before. He didn't now. He talked. He pretended that true happiness blossomed inside of him. True happiness was fleeting, and his own paws reached for it, attempting to grasp at it... never quite brushing it. For he was but a wanderer, destined to walk this earth and never find the joy that others seemed to. He had wanted to change. Asterwish. A new name. A new personality. But... here he was, watching the waves swash in and out. It was a feeble longing with which he had come here. He had hoped that a new life would bring him some sort of feeling. But no. His heart was hardened from moons of sorrow, and now he was forever shattered, and he would spend moons trying to pick up the pieces. Asterwish. The breeze seemed to sing his name. Yet, was it really his name? He was not Festivespirit... but was he Asterwish, either? Perhaps he was but a shadow, nameless and irrelevant. Perhaps so. 'Asterwish', the sea called out the lie in its gentle noise, begging him to come nearer. The tom stood, battling the breeze as he took a few steps closer to the ocean. His paws were stationed right next to it, just inches away from feeling the strong grasp of water. And he took another step. The water was cold... yet the tom was not one to care about temperature. He stared at the bubbles, the spray, the dragging waves. Who was he? Perhaps his existence was a dream. He let out a mirthless laugh. Perhaps he was just a figment of imagination. Perhaps he wasn't here at all. He found some sort of comfort in that idea. The thought that perhaps nothing truly mattered. Yet... That meant he was free to do whatever he wanted. How could it be so? Was he nothing but a dream? The water continued to lap at his paws, providing a chilly reminder that he was indeed grounded to this earth... this.. dreamscape.
