[Hazelfang]

Shh! This cat seems to be sleeping. Describe the kind of the dreams this cat has, if they have any. Do they have any special meanings? Or are they just silly little dreams?

Art and/or writing allowed. Please also provide a pride flag to color this kitty's cape.

ends 6/23 at rollover! (23->24) 7/4 at rollover (4->5)

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Name: daydream
Gender: cisfem
Rank: shaman
Clan: the chasm
Description: nonagouti blue-based-caramel-based caramlized light amber classic tabby with low white

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Edits:
[nr] accessories, expression
[c] whiskers, pupil shape, eyelashes, sclera color
[uc] long tail, med fur, short ears
Owner: kyeza

[kyeza]

Username: kyeza
Cat Name: daydream
Gender: cisfem
Rank: shaman
Clan: the chasm
Age: 46m
Flag: cupioromantic
Prompt:


it was the quiet that roused her first. her consciousness stirring, deep down, what with the lack of the everyday commotion she’d grown so accustomed to. it’d been unsettling, the first time: the quiet unnatural, all-consuming. but she knew better now. it’d become almost comforting, the lack of noise, of distractions, of anything and everything, really. just her and the gentle embrace of the darkness.

feeling the trance-like state begin to fade away and mustering the strength to open her eyes, she finds herself greeted with a sight unlike any she’d ever seen before. she’d wandered through her fair share of dreamscapes in her time as a shaman—there was no doubt about that—but none had ever come close to this.

she stands in a forest of sorts. blue-tinted grass cushions her paws, softer than anything she’d ever felt, a light cloud of morning dew rising from it dreamily. seafoam leaves rustle faintly in a non-breeze, dusky, deep violet trees reaching so high into the twilight-dusted aether that they appear to stretch upwards forever.

strange, crystalline, butterfly-like creatures flit through the air leisurely, casting rogue rays of faint light wherever they wander. little kaleidoscopic wisps trail behind them, refracting their light in prismatic flourish and casting illusions in the air.

a misty haze casts an aura of fuzzy nebulousness over the scene, softening edges and embracing the enchanting nature of this peculiar place.

it was unreal.

and that it was.

this wasn’t real, it never was.
but it was unimaginably beautiful.

and so, she takes a few drifting steps forward, her movements limited in the way that only dreams do: lethargic and floaty. time didn’t seem to flow quite the same here.

she wanders forth, meandering between towering, alien trees that cast muted shadows across her path. a nearby stream murmurs in a language unknown. luminescent, almost ghostly fish streak past, ripples in the languid water.

and then she sees it. a large, feline-like figure clothed in the colors of the cosmos, an entire nebula nestled within their being. they don’t seem to notice her, from the way they glide by, entirely unbothered. their entire ambiance is otherworldly, ethereal. the creatures they pass look on in what seems to be reverence. it was almost as if this being was a deity in this mystifying, elysian land—the creator, even.

she trails them curiously as they make their way through their woodland home, unhurried. but, so it seems, the peace wasn’t meant to last forever.

it starts with a fizzling. her ears flick dazedly at the unusual sound, but it didn’t seem to be anything abnormal, as the being before her hadn’t yet reacted. it was subtle at first, but steadily growing in volume and in pitch.

and then…
BANG!

the world seems to cave in on itself, watercolor hues now darkened with tinges of inky shadow. a tremor runs amok through the sylvan terrain, rending apart the earth and tearing a cosmic gash in reality beneath their feet.

… falling.

it happens so fast she has no time to react. both her and the being she was following are sent plummeting into the starry abyss, comets and galaxies streaking by as they hurtle at the speed of light through the very fabric of reality.

wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!

but it’s no use. her consciousness is trapped, tangled in the strings of fate, careening into uncharted corners of the universe with no control whatsoever.

by some stroke of cosmic irony, of inconceivable luck, their twin souls barrel into the nearest realm rather than one several light years away, stardust and blackness fading into leafy greens and earthen tones.

her realm. she was home.

but they were not.

they were here. they were coming… and there was nothing that could be done to stop it.

and then it all fades to black.


unfinished story of the character being referenced (omen) can be found here <3

[ArithMedic]

Username: ArithMedic
Cat Name: Feather
Gender: Demigirl
Rank: Priestess of Dreams
Clan: Aether
Age: Adult
Prompt:
Lorien, the god of Dreams, visits Feather in her dreams. Sometimes they just sit side-by-side in silence and enjoy the break from reality and other times they tell each other stories or play games. Occasionally Lorien gives her warnings to convey to the other priests, but usually her dreams are a place for Lorien to relax and be comfortable away from his role as a diety.

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[blshluhvy]

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[dimi.]

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Username: dimi.
Cat Name: Mani
Gender: Female
Rank: Prophet
Clan: Heart of Decay
Age: 4 years
Flag: Demisexual Flag

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Prompt:
For her clan, Mani's sole responsibility is analyzing the dreams of others and receiving exhausting prophecies in the form of dreams, night terrors, and cryptic flashes in her day-to-day life. The power to glimpse into the future and analyze it was a tall order to meet. Because of that, anytime Mani gets the opportunity to leave behind her duties and relax, she eagerly takes it.

Beneath her mystic facade, Mani is a lover of the night. She embraces the darkness, and gazes at the moon lovingly each night, lost in her thoughts. And so, whenever she sleeps without prophetical purpose, her body ascends to the moon. A surreal, rock surface emitting beautifully peaceful white light. She basks in the moonlight, each breath a sigh of relief as she lay on her stomach, resting. Here, on the moon in her slumbers, she was free from her duties. If up for it, she bounds and makes long strides around the moon, a seemingly endless peace.

With each approaching slumber, Mani will forever pray that her slumber, her dreams, are to her paradise of the peaceful Moon, and not her celestial obligations donned upon her by her mystic abilities.

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[harvestberry]

Username: harvestberry
Cat Name: Halim
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Rank: Alliance Leadership Position
Clan: The Marshland Settlement
Age: 73 Moons
Flag: neptunic
Prompt: 303 words.

A cold, dry desert night; Halim sits in waiting at the edge of a dwindling flame, head dipped. A single vulture watches from afar, perched on the nearest branch. And yet she remains quiet. Silent until prompted by her traveling partner-

“Halim?”

“Yes, my lady?” The caped cat lifts her head, fluttering her eyes open. Before her, questioning her, is her master, her leader; Alkhusuf. Halim remains her sole follower.

“Have you dreamt recently?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“How will the conditions be going forward?”

Halim thinks for a moment, casting her sky-blue gaze to the ground before returning Khusuf’s stare.

“Steady, my lady. Anticipate cool weather and no wind. We shall pass the mountains tomorrow and arrive shortly in the goal territory. I have seen our target in my dreams; a grove of fourteen statues, inhabited by spirits. Yours for the taking.”

“Excellent.”

A silent moment passes, and Halim begins to close her eyes again before Khusuf interrupts her thoughts.

“Has Ealam sent any omens? Are we on track to locate Shabah?”

“No, my lady, I have… oh, actually. Yes my lady, Alealam has spoken. We will find Alshabah at the indicated location.”

“Very well. Goodnight, Halim. I expect you to deliver me more omens in the morning.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

Alhalim, The Dreamer. Quiet, intuitive, spiritual. With each night of sleep she carries to her master prophecies of fortune and prosperity, warnings of the trail ahead. She has spent a lifetime in her dreams, and brings deliverance with her foresight from the divine. Her prophecies from dreams are given to only one set of ears, who uses them for personal gains, solving grievances - bringing her ideal future. Someday she and her master will return glory to the desert, glory to Al Hadiqat Alsahra'. Someday. Just a few dreams more.

[Macabre.]

Username: Macabre.
Cat Name: Nomad
Gender: Female
Rank: Loner
Clan: BirchClan
Age: 8 years
Prompt: Flag: Asexual

Nomad Dreams of strange far off places, of a land large mushroom houses, and strange creatures. There are strange cats that live in these houses and with these creatures. Some are friends and some are foe, but it is hard to tell at a glance. Nomad knows something is coming, something big that will change the lives of all in the forest but will it be for the good?

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody
Cat Name: Comet
Gender: transmale
Rank: hunter
Clan: Saguaro Syndicate
Age: 2190 sunsets (72 months)
Flag: bisexual
Prompt: Comet dreamed that he was in a distant land with giant trees with fronded leaves and a sky that always rained. Within the branches lay furry sleepy creatures known as "sloths" and lanky animals with striped tails known as "lemurs".

[Hazelfang]

Username: kyeza
Cat Name: daydream
Gender: cisfem
Rank: shaman
Clan: the chasm
Age: 46m
Flag: cupioromantic
Prompt:


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Congratulations!! I was absolutely hooked with your writing, I cannot wait to see what else is in store for daydream!!

And thank you so much everyone for entering~ You all had such lovely stories and it was an incredibly difficult decision <3

[kyeza]

AHH thank you!! could i get added to grab a transparent version when you have a chance? <3