Caught Between Clans ~ Chapter 5

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ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I MADE A CHAPTER...I'm so sorry guys T~T No! How could this HAPPEN!? He wasn't chosen to go to the gathering!? How would he talk to Cloudpaw then? He would just sit in camp and do boring things! Arghhh! His heart raced with frustration as he threw himself back onto the mossy floor of the den. It felt like all his dreams of excitement and adventure were slipping away with every passing moment. Has it been 3 minutes or 3 MOONS? Time seemed to blur, stretching endlessly in his mind. When would they get back and deliver the news? This was crazily BORING, more than he thought it would be, and he decided to lay down in his nest. Maybe sleep would appease him. As soon as he closed his eyes, an unnatural stillness enveloped him, a quiet so deep it felt almost suffocating. He awoke to dead forests and small fires flickering ominously in the distance, their eerie glow casting long shadows across the barren landscape. Whenever he saw a rustle in the nearly lifeless bushes, it vanished before he could fully turn his head. Whenever he felt the soft brush of prey fur against his claws, it would slip away the instant he lunged, almost as if it had been an illusion all along. How could any cat live here? How could anyone survive more than a quarter-moon without going mad? He shuddered, an unease creeping down his spine. Suddenly, a force grappled him from behind, throwing him face-first into the dirt. He sprang to his paws, spitting out dirt and scrambling to look around, but there was no cat in sight. Panic surged as he felt a sharp tug on his tail, yanked violently as if it had a mind of its own. His heart raced as he twisted around, but there was no one behind him. Paws seemed to grasp his back legs, pulling him down again. Once his vision cleared, he saw Lizardpaw standing a few tail-lengths away, a triumphant smirk plastered across his face. "Do you think you're safe wherever you go? Perhaps danger will just run away as it sees you," Lizardpaw snarled, taunting him. This was enough to ignite a fire within; before he could think twice, they were grappling in another training session. Meanwhile, Cloudpaw pranced around the camp, agitation radiating from her every move. How could she have been overlooked? Not chosen to go to the GATHERING? It felt unfair and wrong. Blizzardpaw was probably there right now, having the time of his life! Maybe he was chatting it up with Ravenpaw. How would SHE know what was happening? She fluffed up her fur, feeling the weight of the unfairness settle heavily on her chest. "Well, you seem distracted," purred Meadowshine from behind her, breaking her spiraling thoughts. Cloudpaw turned to see the elder watching her with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. The embarrassment of not noticing her before washed over her like a cold wave, and she stuttered, "Uhh, yeah, just upset... that I couldn't go to the gathering." Meadowshine raised an eyebrow, silently urging her to share more, but before Cloudpaw could find her words, Bramblebush stepped in with a mischievous grin on his face. "Don't tell me you're bothering this poor apprentice?" he chided. "Why, you ought to respect an Elder! Who didn't teach you that?" Meadowshine cut in. Meadowshine's growl was low but unwavering. "You?" Bramblebush replied sarcastically, which drew a rusty purr from Meadowshine. Their bickering continued, the elderly she-cat and the tom never seemed to stop arguing, she found it quite amusing.. However, all she could think about was the gathering and how she was missing out on what could have been an unforgettable night. Cloudpaw felt her eyelids grow heavy as their voices blurred into a distant hum, and before she realized it, she had drifted off into her nest. When she opened her eyes, she was startled to find herself standing before a sprawling river, its waters glistening in the moonlight. "This will be packed with tons of fish!" she meowed excitedly, taking a step forward, her paw hovering just above the water's surface. But suddenly, the water began to swell and rise aggressively. "What’s going on!?" she yowled in panic, scrambling back as the waves surged, crashing over the riverbanks and racing toward her. She ran, her heart pounding, the fear of drowning haunting every stride. Her muscles ached with the effort, yet she pushed forward until she could no longer run, collapsing in a barren land devoid of life or water. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud, surveying the desolate surroundings. "This place is horrible!"