Thin Ice | Warrior Cats MiniGame (ON HOLD)

Round Seven, Scene Four

Nebulaclaw lays still in her nest, dead.

Meteorstrike crouches close to her, his chest aching. He couldn't lose his brother and the love of his life on the same day.

A single tear falls from his fiery orange fur and lands on Nebulaclaw's soft pelt.

It soaks into her skin.

Meteorstrike sits beside her, staring at her still flank, praying to StarClan that Nebulaclaw starts breathing again.

He waits and waits and waits...

Until she does.

"Nebulaclaw!" Happiness swells in Meteorstrike's chest as Nebulaclaw's eyes blink open.

Her eyes soften as she meets his, but then grow wider, filled with terror as she looks past his head.

Meteorstrike turns his head, his breath nearly stopping at the sight.

A large, pitch black hole grows behind them. The scenery around it warps and distorts, and before they can even wonder how this is possible, the black hole swallows them.

Jet black darkness, for miles and miles.

Nebulaclaw and Meteorstrike float in an endless, time-immune world, where anything is possible.

Chest heaving, Nebulaclaw whips her head around, unable to see Meteorstrike.

"Meteorstrike!" She calls.

Though she is yelling as loud as she can, most of her meek voice is absorbed in the crushing air, making it small, like a whisper.

"Nebulaclaw!" The tom responds, following her voice.

The two soon collide, fear spiking their pelts.

"Where are we?" Nebulaclaw cries. "What is this place?"

"I have no clue," Meteorstrike responds reluctantly.

Before they can say anything else, a small patch of light opens up underneath them.

"Nebulaclaw, look!"

The small hole grows larger and larger until it is clear that it's the inside of the medicine den, where they were before.

Meteorstrike can now see the light reflecting off of Nebulaclaw.

Her eyes are wide, her paws flailing as they fall closer and closer to the medicine den.

"Meteorstrike!"

The hole swallows them, spitting them violently back into the medicine den.

Despite their paws waving wildly as they make their impact, the couple suffers no injuries.

Silently, Meteorstrike looks at Nebulaclaw. His heart beats faster.

Nebulaclaw opens her mouth to say something, when Auroralight peeks her head through the door.

"What are you doing in the medicine den?" She asks with a sad tone. "It's time for Zenithscar's funeral."

The shakes her head remorsefully, but Meteorstrike and Nebulaclaw are just confused.

"We...we already had his funeral," Nebulaclaw points out. "Earlier today, now it's dusk."

"Zenithscar was alive earlier today," Auroralight responds, her whiskers twitching. "Come on."

She pulls her head back out of the den, leaving the couple alone.

Nebulaclaw slowly looks at Meteorstrike.

His eyes divert to Nebulaclaw's neck, his breath hitching. "Oh, StarClan, your neck!"

At first, Nebulaclaw panics, thinking something is wrong, but it's the opposite. Her wounds from before are completely gone.

"I remember going to sleep, and feeling claws on my neck..." Her voice trails off as she shakes her head disbelievingly. "Did I...?"

Meteorstrike nods slowly. "You stopped breathing, I know you did," he says. "But then...but then you woke up, and that black void ate us."

"And Zenithscar's funeral is happening right now...."

Meteorstrike's eyes meet Nebulaclaw's.

"Oh StarClan, I think we reversed time."

Nebulaclaw has put her special ability into effect, therefore, the events of last round have been reversed.