ᘍ vulcan. ᘊ : ̗̀➛ a wcrp .•*

•-𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆

the world was
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
away.

water droplets dripping, amplified in the small den, which was weaved and packed so tightly there shouldn't be any water dripping.

but there was.

and it was fucking annoying.

being already unable to sleep, and being sensitive to noise, was a joy.

the world wasn't even
r
e
a
l
anymore.

the sound of crickets chirping, somehow ethereal with the way the hollow tree that had been revitalised as a den made it echo.

it was sweeter than a lullaby, somehow.

echoing here, bouncing, it was lovely and lulling.

sleep came easy that night, with the crickets chirping their beautifully lulling melody.

the world made not living sound
w
o
n
d
e
r
f
u
l
honestly

all of the thoughts racing at such an intense speed they were dizzying, creating and spewing such doubt and hate, why was this happening?!

it was so terrible, it was almost terrifying, the thoughts.

why was this happening, these thoughts?

sleep wouldn't come, instead morbid thoughts of family and self.

you wake up, gasping for air. what had just happened? you had heard of 'visions' but that was only something that other cats had, and at the moment no one for your clan. there were stories, of the clans of old, and the taleclans, who once used visions to bring their clans peace and prosperity. they had used those powers to also bring yours and others to this place, but that was one of the last times you remember hearing about powers. it was, of course, possible they had just hid it in fear of punishment for accusations of lying, or others, but still. maybe it was just a dream, possibly a nightmare, since those..cats(?)..seemed so odd. you ignored the chill the dream had set in your fur and bones, heading back to sleep.