" malice shall corrupt reality,
and turn blood on blood
for a rotting wait of revenge "
There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of t...
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Once again, everything was entirely still but now colors and light illuminated her dream. Lynxpaw was perched upon Tall Stone, the light from the cave entrance flitting over her pelt and lighting the cavern. Her pelt felt warm in the faint breach of sunlight but still an uneasy feeling traveled down her spine and bristled her pelt. She was within the confines of her home but yet it all felt eerie and abnormal.
It was all utterly quiet. There was no paws shuffling across the rocky surface or noisy littermates playing near the nursery. Despite the fact the dream aligned so closely with reality, Lynxpaw couldn't help but feel as if she was trapped within another colorless, empty void. There was no sound or familiar presences and as the light began to fade at the breach of sunset, it all grew dim and petrifying.
Even when the cavern grew dark, there was still not even an echo of an owl soaring by or a cricket chirping a simplistic melody. Lynxpaw would much rather be trapped in a ravaging thunderstorm or standing before the poisoned mouse again, the silent environment unnerving her immensely. Every exhale was audible and she could practically hear her own heart drumming frantically within her chest.
Suddenly, her paws felt damp and warm. Lynxpaw's gaze slowly scanned down, the molly dreading what strange occurrence that awaited her. She sucked in a breath and her mind buzzed with pessimistic thoughts. Lynxpaw knew from her vision before that she had to expect the worst from them and be prepared, even if it mirrored a reality that she apprehended.
Her eyes stretched to resemble a full moon when she spotted blood soaking her paws. The liquid had no source, as she didn't feel the sting of a wound on her own body. Lynxpaw's breathing hitched when it dampened her paws like moss caught in a rainstorm and it dripped off the side of Tall Stone. Small specks of blood landed on the cavern floor, the air still so quiet the faint plop could faintly be heard.
A voice was then carried in by a soft breeze entering the cavern. Lynxpaw's fur ruffled as the chilling air rushed over her and words were spoken to her in a raspy whisper. Her eyes flickered with concern and she held her breath as she processed the warning she heard.
"Malice shall corrupt reality, and turn blood on blood for a rotting wait of revenge."
Darkness then devoured her, Lynxpaw's paws no longer damp and the cold breeze no longer lingering over her body. Her eyes snapped open to reveal the apprentice den before, the hair on her spine still spiked as a light wave of trepidation remained intact with her. She parted her jaws and released a drawn out exhale, lifting her head from her paws to stare towards the entrance of the den.
Two shadows passed over her body due to the sunlight flitting through the entrance. Lynxpaw squinted her airs to recognize Foxpaw and Mottledpaw standing there, speaking in a soft murmur to one another. Lynxpaw clenched her teeth at the sight of them. Did she cause any commotion while she was dreaming and did they notice? Perhaps that was what they were conversing so quietly about.
