DREAM

Instructions

Fawnkit had went to sleep in her nest that night, exhausted from a day of playing with the other kits and exploring the camp. But instead of a regular dream, this one was different. She had woken up in a strange forest. It felt like Mossclan, but different. Rivers that cut through the land in the waking world weren't here, didn't even exist. The sky overhead seem to have an outline of fuzz, like it was an old image. She looked down at her paws. Larger than what they should have been. She hears crashing in the distance, and she decides to follow the source of the noise. Ferns and moss tickle her nose, and the trees seem to sway in a gentle breeze, even if Fawnkit couldn't feel it. When she got to the source of the crashing noise, she found it to be anotehr cat. Their figure was hazy, and kept morphing into different pelts. First a tabby, then a spotted, then a bi-color. They said something that Fawnkit couldn't quite hear, and she felt her vision blur with red around the edges. The next second, she was standing over the cat's body -which was still morphing pelts-, panting. The grass around her was sticky with something red, and she felt herself physically recoil. Her paws were stained pink, and slipped on the wet grass. A voice caught her attention, and a red calico made her jump. "What are you doing?" The calico screeched. Fawnkit could tell that they were an apprentice, maybe around 6 to 8 moons. Fawnkit could feel her mouth open and close, and maybe she said something. But she couldn't hear what she said. "It seems pretty clear to me. You were standing over a body with blood on your paws and your body." The calico she-cat said, yellow eyes narrowed and focused on Fawnkit. Fawnkit felt her stomach sink. She didn't know what she did supposedly, but it felt like something it couldn't be taken back. Then, suddenly, the air became hotter. Thicker. Gray fog curled around the edges of her vision, and in the next blink, the forest was ablaze. Prey was fleeing, unsure where to go to escape the deadly inferno. Fawnkit was standing in a clearing, while the fire raged behind her. The gray fog stuff suffocated her, made her feel dizzy. She coughed. It didn't sound like her. It was more raspy, aged. Like it was borrowed. She looked down at her paws again. Blood dripped from her panting mouth, staining the dirt and making it a sickly red. Thick, gray, heavy fog continued to make her vision swim, and she took three wobbly steps forward before she collapsed. She could hear a voice -it sounded much like the red calico's voice-, along with many other screams and screeches as she could hear cats thunder past her. Fawnkit awoke in a cold sweat, paws gripping her nest tightly. She was in the nursery. She was safe. She looked up, and could see it was still dark. How much time had passed? She didn't care, rolling over so she was now facing the nursery wall. Maybe she was still in a dream-like state, but she could have sworn she could smell the gray fog on her pelt.