[kiffell]

Username: kiffell
Name: Basilflower
Gender: she-cat
Clan: cascadeclan
Age: 40 moons
Rank: medicine cat

Prompt:

The sky grew dark as Basilflower took a step forward. She knew what was going on. It was that dream again.
The clouds circled the moon as the dark, starry sky swirled. The trees around her ruffled in the wind as her fur tingled. Up ahead a cat stood. More specifically a black cat. A black cat and the pride of her clan, Firedragon.
They were two young kits, sitting in the grass. Firedragon's eyes were still closed, symbolizing he was very young. The black cat smiled down at him, before his eyes grew red.
The wind howled again as the scene was engulfed by darkness. Basilflower's head spun until her eyes finally planted on another scene of the black cat. His head was in his paws as he tried to muffle his sobs. A low growl could be heard in the background. Basilflower wondered if the cat was scared of something. Or was he just sad?
The growl grew larger with every second until the black cat howled in pain as a black mist shot from around him. It quickly flew across the forest, passing trees, critters, and bushes. Then the mist disappeared.

And the forest died

Trees suddenly lost all their leaves, trunks grey and decaying. The brown leaves flew around in the howling wind. Bushes turned to sticks and the critters of the forest fell over. All dead.
Basilflower stepped back, shocked. She knew what was going to happen but her head couldn't get around it. How could one cat kill an entire forest?
But this time, something new was heard.
It sounded like a small she-kit singing.
Beware, beware a monster is coming
Beware, beware of a deathly sight
Mr. Black cat will come
Mr. Black cat will fight
The verse was repeated three times, each time growing quieter.

Then the black cat in the deceased forest turned to Basilflower.
And lunged straight for her throat.

[denja]

Username: denja
Name: stagfrost
Gender: male
Clan: fickleclan (link in sig!)
Age: thirty-four moons
Rank: warrior

it all happens quickly, in the blink of an eye.
a warm touch.
a rush of adrenaline,
the cry of a wounded kit,
silence.

the dust settles and for once, the world stops flickering.
time stands still, and it's silent.
it's content with it's sacrifice.

vision turns to colour when stagfrost find himself within the dream again, walking aimlessly.
there's a crack behind him and he breaks into a run.
he's not fast enough.
whatever is coming, is hot on his heels -
though his body does not move.

and as soon as it started, it ends without explanation.

stagfrost finds himself scrambling to his feet to shake off the dream.
was it a dream? a nightmare?
he's not sure.
it was uncomfortable, he settles on.

the dream has followed him ever since he was a kit, plaguing his sleep.
is it an omen?
no, it can't be.
stagfrost shakes it off and begins the day, ever the same.

[SpaghettiOhs]

Username: SpaghettiOhs
Cat Name: Quietstorm
Gender: male
Age: 39 moons
Clan: JuniperClan (link in sig)
Rank: Warrior

I'm there again. That place I go nearly every night.
It's not real, I tell myself.
Still, the vast, barren emptiness weighs down on me. Further than my eyes can see, there's nothing.
Small clouds of dust rise from the ground as I pad forward.
The silence is crushing me.
My neck prickles. They're here. Watching me.
I don't know how I know it. I just do.
I'm not alone.
I walk a little faster, peering around me into the endless dark. I see no sign of the someone whose eyes I feel on me.
It's getting harder to see. The darkness, the air itself is thickening. It feels like I'm trying to walk though a lake of mud.
They're still watching.
I try to run, but the dark is too thick.
I can't see. I can't move. I can hardly breathe.
They're watching.

With a gasp, I emerge abruptly in my den. Starlight filters in and I hear my clanmates' soft breathing.
My heart still pounds in my chest.
I turn to my left and bury my face in my mate''s pelt. I drink in her scent and the tension in my muscles eases, if only a bit.
Gently, her tail falls over my back and I feel her purring softly beside me.
I feel a little safer now, and try to go back to sleep.

Just like every night.

Quietstorm tries not to think about his dream too much. He's not sure what it means, or even if it means anything at all. He tells himself it's nothing, but part of him thinks that it has something to do with the past that he tries so hard to hide. He has a secret from before he joined the clan: he was responsible for his brother's death. Now he feels like the ghost of his dead brother is always there. Waiting. Watching.

[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Name: Tallpine
Gender: Male
Clan: Fadedclan (will be moved to my second clan)
Age: 48 moons
Rank: Warrior (will be Ursa Major/Leader)

Prompt:

Tallpine opened his eyes and found himself standing on a beach, this was a place where he had ended up many many nights before. He knew this beach, it was the beach that Fadedclan was now under control, a beach that used to belong to the rogues, and his family. But now, he lived in Fadedclan.
The large tom began to walk along the beach like he had every other time, but now, he knew where he wanted to go. He wanted to go to a place called "The Ocean Stones" and try and cross them. The whole clan knew how dangerous they were after watching a far too curious apprentice slip and fall into the ocean when she tried to cross them, but this was a dream and Tallpine was fearless, he felt like nothing could harm him in his dreams.
Without a second thought, he took off into a sprint as soon as the stones came into view, not slowing as he leaped up onto them an began to cross and waking up as his paw slipped.

A frustrated growl rumbled deep in his chest as he got up and went to start his day, hoping that when he went to sleep that night he would end up on the beach once more.
--
and that's how it went for the next half a moon, Tallpine running to the rocks and falling, growing more and more frustrated with every time the dream replayed in his mind, it even affected his clan life as well, until one night the dream shifted once more.

He was back on the beach, making his way to the stones, determination burning in his eyes as he ran, jumped, and didn't slow down, praying to starclan he wasn't going to fall again.
And when his paws hit the sand and he opened his eyes, he was greeted by something perfect, something that made up for the half a moon's worth of frustration. An island, a perfect untouched island with everything he could ever want, a place he could make his own, instead of waiting for the day he hopefully became deputy.

As soon as Tallpine woke up, he was grinning. He left the camp with no intentions of ever coming back, telling Bluestone he was doing some solo hunting for the day, but he was lying through his teeth.
With little effort he ran down to the beach and crossed The Ocean Stones, knowing what he had to do as soon as his paws touched the beach on the other side.

[houndpine]

Username: kiplingg
Name: Brambleshine
Gender: female
Clan: Clan Fell
Age: 62 moons
Rank: Laoch (warrior)

Prompt:

Brambleshine crouches low to the ground, curling her thick, fluffy tail around her back legs to hide their white shine against the dull purples and greens of the moor. Her green eyes are focused on a hare that is browsing a few tail-lengths ahead of her, its long ears twitching. It turns away from her for a moment and she springs forward, her bunched muscles propelling her into a leap that will land her on top of the hare.

While she is still in the air, front paws outstretched, claws unsheathed, the air shivers and the hare isn't a hare anymore. It's a snake with iridescent black scales, thick body coiled tightly and mouth open in a clear threat. Brambleshine twists in midair, desperately trying to avoid the snake as it strikes out towards her, lightning-quick.

She's too late. There's a blinding, red-hot pain on her throat and then--

-- she wakes, breathing heavily and unsteadily, fur raised along her back. No matter how many times she has this dream, it never fails to unnerve her. She's given up trying to tell others in the clan about her dream, simply trying on her own to figure out why she keeps dreaming the same images and what they mean.

Snakes are a hidden danger, something deadly and silent until it's too late to avoid their strike. She can't help but think that there's some sort of unseen threat within the clan itself, a snake just waiting for the right moment to make itself known.

[SunnyStreets]

Username: Ravenwhisper's wish
Name: Valleysnow
Gender: tom
Clan: WaveClan
Age: 31 moons
Rank: deputy

Prompt:
It was deadly.
It was safe.

It was warm.
It was cold.

It was soft.
It was rough.

It was nice.
It was nasty.

It was sweet.
It was sour.

The dream was full of them.
Contradictions. He couldn't stand them.
Every time, it played out the same way.

When he described it-



The cat's fur looked so soft, and I was so scared. I felt like a kit again. I was a kit again - tiny, nursery fluff still behind my ears, and looking for my mother. I was lost- so I sought help. And here, at last, was the help. But as I nuzzled up against her, she turned scratchy and stiff, her fur growing greener and greener - she was a thistle. Thorns pricked my skin, driving their way in through my thin coat of fur. But worse was to come.

I always found myself running away from the thistle - it was something I could never stop happening. But as I ran, I felt something falling on my fur. Gentle, soft, shivery flakes of snow. And it was suddenly falling faster, faster, never ceasing, never slowing. I tripped, stumbled. Curled in a ball, and let the snow heap up around me. I was so cold, freezing, frigid, dying. Yet, at the same time I was warm, as though I were sunbathing on the hottest leaf-green day. It rarely snows, I only felt it as a kit, I don't remember. Perhaps it was hot and cold, as it always is in the dream.

But of course, I had to get out of the snow. I could catch hypothermia and die, or suffocate. So my tiny self struggled in the dream, but my movements were as slow and stiff as always. And perhaps.. perhaps I wanted to stay in the snow cave I was buried under. It felt sort of safe, as though that she-cat, my mother, was there again, her white form curled around me, keeping me safe. It was the weirdest feeling, trapped somewhere deadly yet safe at the same time.

And then, of course, the hunger hit. I was suddenly breathing heavily, groping for food, any food- anything at all. My small pink mouth opened in a mew, unheard to anyone beneath the snow. And something poured in, I think now it must have been snow. At first, it's sweetness overwhelmed me, I crumpled to the ground, mouth snapping shut. Then I was spluttering, spitting out the sour substance, eyes bulging with shock.

Last of all, the worst realization hit. A soft glow rose around my paws, and I'd always feel my breath catch as I inhaled - and I never breath out. I'm dead, I'm dying, I'll go to sleep and never wake up. And as the snow melts away and pools at my feet, I realized something. I was horrible. I was the worst cat to have ever existed. There was nothing I could do to change it. And then I think, mother loves me. She thinks I'm perfect. So the final contradiction comes into play. It's me. I'm causing them, I'm causing everything - I'm changing the balance, changing the world, changing the world in a bad way.



Valleysnow seems to tear up as he spits out the last words. He spins around, staring at Leapardstar. 'I know what it means. And so do you,' he meows hoarsely. 'I'm not suitable for anything. To be your deputy, to be in WaveClan, to survive. Do your worst - take my life - I won't - I won't care.' But as he says these words, he thinks: mother would care.

'You're the perfect deputy,' Leapardstar replies. 'And that dream is the exact reason why.'

[ajax.]

Username: Bucky.
Name: BrambleThorn
Gender: tomcat
Clan: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3748743
Age: 49 moons
Rank: warden/emissary

Prompt:
Running.
Running
That's all he can really remember when he wakes up. His limbs are sore and stiff, and his back aches when he lifts his head from his nest. But whenever his eyes open, there's one thing that crosses his mind.
Run Away
That's what the dream tells him to do. But he doesn't understand it. He can never remember more from his reoccurring dream other than the need to run from something.
It plagues his thoughts during the day, and when he falls asleep again at night, his memory goes black.
If there's something that involves chasing something or a task that involves travel, BrambleThorn is first to volunteer. He doesn't want anyone else to take this opportunity. It might be something that's about his dream, it might finally answer some questions.
He thinks it's about his father, maybe he is chasing him. It wouldn't be the first time. But still, BrambleThorn doesn't know and he can't put a confident word out there that he knows what this strange dream is about.
But when he falls asleep again the questions are never answered either, what is the dream? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he has to keep running. Running from some sort of impending threat that's upon him.

[Ravendarus]

Username: Ravendarus
Name: Willowstripe
Gender: Tom
Clan: Echoclan
Age: 40 moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt: My dream is to walk every inch of this territory, to cross every point of the river, to know every tree, plant, bush and blade of grass off by heart... my dream is to travel across this land and know it as I know every stripe on my back. My dream is to close my eyes and know exactly where I am going without being guided. Why? Because my heart belongs to this land and I love it... I want to be able to travel and say I have been here before and I know it like the back of my paw. To you a silly dream... to me endless possibilities...

[dolly]

Username: dolly
Name: hawkthorn
Gender: female
Clan: jayclan
Age: 27 moons
Rank: warrior

Prompt:

Without a light in sight, she wandered the barren valley of her territory. The birds of her namesake howled and cried their protest as shadowy figures plucked them from the sky. Her paws stung from the frigid ground and strong wind blowing against her pelt.
She heard a weak whimper and turned to the trees behind her. Stuck under a fallen tree laid a familiar face. It was her as an apprentice. She remembered the day well and it was like reliving it from her mentors perspective except for one fact. She’d dodged the tree.
The apprentice whimpered out again louder. A bird cawed from the forest in what seemed to be warning. A fox jumped from the forest along side a dog. They fought with each other over the weak cat until the dog snarled so fiercely the fox fled.
She turned away, afraid to watch. She studied the now storming sky. Grey clouds covered the sun in the darkening sky. She took a deep breath and bolted awake. Her heart pounded unsteadily in her chest at the almost memory. It was almost like a look into an alternate version of events that day could’ve taken.

[EchoVoyd]

Username: Faededfyre
Name: Tumblestripe
Gender: Tom
Clan: GoopClan
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Warrior

Prompt:
A gentle wisp of warm sunlight fluttered through the high branches above him. He hopped and skipped, jumping from root to root, keeping his paws dry and his life away from the clutches of the mud. A calm ran through him, relaxing his tense muscles. But it was short lived. An unintelligible shout came from somewhere, sounding both close and far, he had no time to find the direction it came from. As soon as the last cry faded, the root beneath him crumbled, leaving him falling into the mud below.

The chilling embrace of the thick and slimy substance was quick to take hold, wrapping itself close to ever hair on his pelt. He struggled to break free, clawing at the ground around him, but it was no use. The mud sucked him deeper, slurping its way up his hind legs and surrounding his back end. He yelled out in both fear and hope, his eyes were closed tightly as he struggled to break free. He whimpered and panted, feeling more and more of his body be sucked deeper.

"What have you done now, Tumble?" A familiar sounding voice echoed, bouncing around his head. It was not a warm statement, not one with the promise of help. His eyes shot open, just in time to see scraggly, shadowy figures of cats surrounding him. Looking down on him. And then, the mud claimed his face.

This was always where the dream ended. And the follow up always played out the same, Tumblestripe checking his limbs were still attached and glancing wildly around for any hint of the shadow cats. He soon fell back asleep once his breath calmed down. After the first instance he never bothered anyone about it, reducing his reaction so it didn't wake anyone up. When asked about why he looked so tired the next morning, he always just gave the same lazy shrug. No one knew. He was all alone. Just as he was in the mud.