As she did every night, Whimsicalpaw fell into her nest with a sigh. Apprenticeship was exhausting--but in a good way! She spent all day training or hanging out with the other apprentices, which were things she liked doing! She snuggled into her nest, saying a mumbled good night to her brothers, though she had no idea if they were even in the den. Most of the time, she recounted her day before drifting to sleep, but not tonight. In what seemed like a blink of the eye, she wasn't in her nest, but somewhere else completely. She stared at her surroundings, which were so familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. It didn't take her long to realize where she was. "Starclan." She gasped, barely able to believe it. She'd never thought that they'd pay her a visit, even in her dreams. Wasn't that something reserved for leaders and medicine cats? She suddenly felt apprehensive. Maybe someone had made a mistake. What if she really wasn't meant to be here. Whimsicalpaw took a step back, bumping into someone behind her. She turned around with a yelp, only to find a glowing figure behind her. She blinked, realizing this was a member of Starclan, but not one that she recognized. Whimsy gulped. "Am I...?" She hesitated, unable to finish her sentence. The Starclan cat didn't say anything to her, instead flicking their tail and padding into the shimmering forest beyond them. "Wait!" Whimsicalpaw exclaimed, chasing after them. As they walked through the forest, she began to see cats. She tried to call out to them, but they ignored her, as if in a trance. She tried to talk to a few more that passed by, but eventually accepted that they couldn't see her. As they continued on, saw groups of cats gathering at trees, groups that reminded her of Skyclan. But they couldn't be, this land looked nothing like their territory, at least, not anywhere she'd seen. She continued to witness scenes that were unfamiliar to her, beaches, a great ocean, deserts, and mountains. She felt as if she'd witnessed lifetimes. Maybe she had. It was hard to tell, with so many cats she didn't recognize. Finally, they were back at the sea again, and she wondered if they had rewinded backwards. She stared at the Starclan cat, who still stood behind her. They simply dipped their head before the vision disappeared. When Whimsicalpaw woke up, she realized she must have overslept. None of the other apprentices were in the den, and faint light shone through the tree to their den. Usually she would have cared, but not today. She looked up at the top of the den, her eyes wide. "Dear Starclan." She whispered to herself. "Who were those cats?"
// Hey guys! I decided to use the Vision of the Past with Whimsicalpaw! She'll essentially witness the whole history of TFCRP in a dream, mostly without direct speaking, so she won't understand most of what's going on, but she will get the gist. She'd receive this vision just a few days before the clans arrived. As for the plot for her, I imagine this would make her feel more special than the other apprentices in Skyclan, giving her a bit of a superiority complex. This would eventually turn into something that is just a passion for history, in which she tries to collect as many stories from other cats as possible and compile things together.
