bad omens .. !

[denja]

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[denja]

describe your cat's recurring dream. what are they seeing in their waking hours, whether it's real or not?

the harsh sound of rain clattering against the ground outside broke into windcrest’s nightmare. the images came in flashes, often short and vague.
yowls. the faint trace of ribs from underneath fur. tired, dark eyes. a flash of lightning. voices called out his name in a hellish cacophony, echoing around the dreamscape he is trapped in. the stench of injury and disease. then all at once, it goes silent.


it stops for all but a moment, until those hauntingly empty eyes glint in the darkness once again. claws scrape against the ground.


windcrest slammed upward, his forehead colliding with something solid. he chokes, his eyes flashing, chest heaving. he blinks, barely getting a grasp of this reality before he sighs. whatever this is; it haunts him. his fur stands on edge as he turns to look out of the den, watching as the rain pelts off of the ground, lightning illuminating the puddles. tired eyes brush over the surroundings. somehow, he expects the darkness to reach out, yet nothing emerges. he’s alone. rest won’t come tonight. he lays in wait, begging for an answer to the visions. the silence turns a blind eye.


he’s not sure how long this can last. he is alone, being strangled by the visions that plague his mind. still, he braces himself and waits patiently for the storm to break, a solemn feeling settling within his chest.

[denja]

describe how your cat is responding and what they are doing about it.


for a while, windcrests ignores the visions. but as they grow in intensity and begin leaking into reality, he freezes in his tracks.
a vision from starclan? he doubts that greatly.
why would such.. "divine beings" visit him? if anything, he'd expect a curse.
he sighs, the tension in his body settling down as he sits. he'll just need to see how it plays out.

it approaches around half a moon passed when the signs of the vision leak into his everyday life.
there is a severe lack of food, even within the clan. hunting alone just won't do, but there's nothibg out there. bones of prey tease them, reminding them just how lucky they really were before.
sing your past praises, a voice says. they wont last long.

that's when he goes to speak to the leader - his leader? he never really thought he'd ever gain a rank within fickleclan other than when they called for him.
he begins explaining what he has found about the dreams; about the ghostly cat following him, about the disappearing. yarrowstar listens politely, raising an eyebrow. she stays silent until the loner ends his plea.
"why didn't you pass this on to aspenstream?" she asks, watching as windcrest scowls at the mention of his brother. in all honesty, he was avoiding him, even going as far as waiting until he was off on patrol to enter the camp.
suspicious glares mark his entrance, followed by the murmurs. he can't imagine he looks much better than the hungry cats around him - he can't quite put a finger on when he last got rest.
"this is a matter regarding your clan," he begins, raising his head defiantly. "i saw fit that i speak to the sole cat responsible for their safety."
a growl rises from her throat. "and what are you implying? watch where you stand," the molly warns.
"i mean no disregard," windcrest counters, trying to keep a reign on his agitation that's growing. "but this is a matter i'd rather you not brush off."
"do you think i'm not capable of seeing what's happening? i'm not blind." yarrowstar spits, ears tilting back. her anger is usually a rare sight, though nowadays, its easier to test her patience.
"of course not!" windcrest says in a near shout before retreating back into himself again, realising his mistake. "i didnt mean no harm, i just-"
"you come here with your own issues." she begins, rising to her feet. "there is nothing we can do for you here."
the tom is taken aback. "but-"
"don't!" she yowls, tail raised in warning. "don't you dare try dictate what i do for my clan. i suggest you take your leave."

windcrest opens his mouth to protest before he needs to dodge an outstretched paw, adorned with claws unsheathed.
"leave." she reminds him sourly. "come back when you're free of your delusions."
he swallows thickly before running out. he's outstayed his welcome, just as he had feared.

he barely makes eye contact with the familiar eyes of his brother, shocked as he darts past the crowd that has just gathered. he runs with fire on his heels and he swears that close by, the ghostly form follows him.

[denja]

explain what the dream is signifying/what it means for your cat/the clan.

what windcrest won't come to see for a long while, is that he is seeing only the hazards of his own actions. famine rules the land and tensions are high, due to doestar's delirium within beamclan. windcrest takes this into his own hands to fix.

[denja]

who is the villain? what do they want? what do they look like? what's important to know about them?

(a medium-haired white cat with torn ears and pale blue eyes and a broken tail.)
there are no past tellings of a cat to echoshard's descriptions, nor was his name ever heard within fickleclan's histories. perhaps, it was for good reason.

with torn ears and ragged white fur, he walks with a stagger. cold, piercing eyes frame his scowl. his tail, adorned with a roping scar, seems limp and very certainly broken, even in the afterlife.

one could argue that echoshard never once truly pushes windcrest into his downfall: only guiding him and showing him the outcomes.
echoshard is a charming character. after the events, mothers warn their kits: don't approach the white cat. elders warn: don't speak to him. windcrest warns: don't listen to those twisted words. run.

[denja]

wrap everything up neatly. how did your cat make the dreams stop? how did they overcome? what happened to the villain? what was the outcome?

windcrest did so simply: he didn't make the dreams stop of his own accord. he follows those twisted words, leading him to his death. he goes on to kill the leader of beamclan, taking one of her lives as a threat. in his eyes, it was her fault the famine escalated. tensions were already strained between the clans. cutting them off worked in their favour.

it is a downward spiral in which windcrest falls, isolated with only echoshard's hauntings to lead his way. he drives himself into the ground, stopping only when the ancestors come to steal his breath away.
windcrest passes at the side of his brother, haunted by the regrets of the wrongs he's done. yes, he sees it clearly now. the ghost won't haunt him, not when aspenstream is around. he closes his eyes with childish faith, that hopefulyl, all will be alright. he leaves this world with a grim reminder: don't haggle with forces you won't ever come to understand.