blurred. - a warriors fanfiction

• part one - WITHOUT A FACE

The air was humid and damp, too thick and too hard to breath in and terribly anoxic. It felt as if it was squeezing all of the life out of Eldertuft's lungs. He felt as if dirt was being kicked over his body and he was being buried alive. That was not the case, however; the GorgeClan warrior knew he was sound asleep in his nest at the edge of the warriors' den. This was simply a nasty dream— something the greyish-brown tomcat was used to. He always had them. He shouldn't even be surprised; not long following the consumption of that plump mouse, his stomach had begun to ache terribly.

He tried to move. It was no good. His paws felt like tree roots, fastened into the earth below. And yet, despite his lack of mobility, the harder it grew to breathe, the lighter his body began to feel. It was all incredibly odd. What kind of a dream was this? Sure, he has weird dreams in the past, but never anything like this. It made his belly feel absolutely horrible. He wanted to vomit.

A figure approached in the distance, obscured by the thick fog. Eldertuft opened his jaws, wanting to cry out, but it only caused him to choke violently and cut off his minimal air supply. His eyes and nose burned, too. His whole body shook violently with each cough, until the tabby collapsed onto his side. He struggled to keep his eyes open. He felt like what one would imagine death to be. Eldertuft could barely see as darkness rapidly began to claim him. The tom could feel his heartbeat slowing. As his eyelids, heavy as stone, began to shut, he caught a glimpse of a cat whose face was twisted and blurred, making whoever it was completely unidentifiable.