[canadianhowl]

This is Ophiuchus!
Quite the special one! This cat has a dream. What is it?
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[Thani]

Username: Thani
Cat Name: Philory the wise
Gender: Female
Rank: Witch / Dream reader
Clan: Central realms
Age: 6
Prompt:
An endless space where you can see for miles in every direction. Black nothingness engulfs you, its dark wisps grasping at your fur and pulling you into a flat surface. A ground of sorts. Only you look down and see the same nothingness go on for ages. You look around as the wisps dissipate around you, almost like they never existed in the first place. You try to walk forward, feeling your paws as they take each step. Yet you feel as if you aren't really moving at all. That is until you feel something cold and wet beneath your paws and you look down to see water.
Then suddenly a harsh bright light takes over your senses and your body snaps awake, bringing those same senses back to the real world.

It was the same dream, every night for the past year.

Philory lived alone in the woods for a long time. And while she lived alone, sure, she was never left alone. Getting away from the major city did nothing really for her desire of solitude. If anything it made others more curious to try and seek her out. While she lived there she was called a witch, a freak. And while those names stuck even after she left she gained a new title, Dream reader. A title she did not deserve, considering her own dreams still confused her mind.
You give one person a reading one time and just so happen to be right...and then it just becomes your life.

The first time she was approached by someone who was curious, was when she still lived in the city. An annoying she-cat by the name of Volence.

"Hey witch! I heard you have magical powers, is that true?"

Ignored.

"Hey-a witch! listen if you do magic really im sorry about being loud the other day, you can tell me the truth ill be quiet promise!"

Ignored.

"Hey witc-"

"If I show you some magic will you leave me alone?!" she hissed, eyes narrowing as she got tired of this daily badgering. Why couldnt they just leave her alone like the others did.
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Cant finish cause im with family but basically!!!!
Phillory gets badgered by Volence constantly after she pretends to know how to dicipher dreams.
She becomes a bit of a thorn in her side before leaving to head back out to sea, which is when Phillory decides to go off into the woods to live.

While out at sea Volence spreads word of the witch of deepwater who can translate your dreams and give them meaning. So after soom time she begins to get more and more people coming to her little hut in the woods, wanting their dreams read.
Phillory attempts to figure out what her own dreams mean, thinking the solitude of her lifestyle will be the death of her (the bright light signifying death)
however once she lets more people into her life, loses the title of witch for good
her dreams change slightly.
everything is the same as before only once the bright light comes and fades, the surrounding area changes to a peaceful beach. With that same blinding light now becoming a source of warmth and comfort.
Her life before was that of lonely solitude, now full of love and warmth as she allowed people into her life.
She could never really truly read dreams, but after awhile she realized maybe people knew she couldnt...and just wanted to be around her for the company.

[almondkitty]

tentative mark...

[crexmii]

Username: crexmii
Cat Name: lucida
Gender: female
Rank: constellation guardian
Clan: softclan
Age: five centuries (she’s wiser than she looks, but still a child after all.)
Prompt:

fur the colour of alliums streaked across the ether at light speeds.
gazing down at the dreamlands, the young kit saw three mortals staring up at the ether. in her direction.
warily glancing down again, lucida noticed the mortals had stopped looking at the sky and were getting ready to sleep.
good. they must have thought she was merely a shooting star.

she continued her frolick amongst the ether, much like how halcie did on nights like this. something about the stars and the nebulae made her feel refreshed whenever she explored.

"lucida. that's enough. the constellations are trying to get out again." a stern voice interjected, echoing through the young guardian's ears. "alright, lunette," lucida meowed respectfully, bowing her head, but on the inside, she was starting to simmer with anger and frustration.

she had done so much today. couldn't she at least get a break?
wait. i shouldn't blame them. it’s not lunette’s fault.
it's all the constellations' fault. she hated them so much. they always ruined her fun, her relaxation, so much that she had to work nearly almost all the time.

but she had to admit, they were nice, docile creatures. the only reason they were hostile now was because lunette decided to cage them up.
didn’t every god know the constellations shifted and changed with the seasons, just like how the ether always shifted depending on the time of day?

sighing, the purple molly hopped over to the gates, peeking inside.
the clang of metal against horns. taurus, the great bull, was trying to get out yet again. lucida put a paw to the bull’s head, calming it down. it mooed in response and the starry animal dipped its head, trotting back to the other constellations.

why did they have to be imprisoned in the first place? it would save so much trouble if they could just be set free. an idea formed, danced around in the corners of lucida’s mind. a tiny idea, but maybe, just maybe, it would fulfill
her great dream to free the constellations.

a day had passed. revolution and rebellion were on the young deity’s mind. she was getting closer to her dream step by step. lunette sauntered over to her apprentice. “how’s it going, lucida?” “fine.” the clematis purple molly meowed politely, dipping her head in “respect.”

“great!” the periwinkle-pelted goddess chuckled. “because i’ve head that they’re getting restless, but I know you’ll always be able to calm them down, won’t you?” she smiled.

lucida nodded back. “of course, lunette.” she always felt like a robot speaking to the other gods (except the younger ones like aureo and halcie, of course. and moira was an exception.)
etiquette this, etiquette that. she did want to be free, but that was a dream for another day.
right now, she had something else to focus on.

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waiting by the golden gates, lucida watched the constellations inside, turning her head to look at the ether every now or so. it needed to be perfect, the perfect moment, when the ether was shifting from dark blue to night black. teal blue eyes watched the shifting mass of sky like a hawk.

now.

grabbing the key off her neck, the lavender-furred kit unlocked the gates. the constellations spilled out, rushing out the gates as fast as the speed of light, going to find their places in the ether. now the mortals wouldn’t have to worry about no constellations. besides, moira wouldn’t do anything about it. he wasn’t allowed to. everything would be alright.



lucida felt that this rebellion was a success.

padding over to the small marble building next to the gates, lucida lay down, thinking. lunette's going to be so mad at me tommorow. perhaps i should say it was an accident. but then she'l lock them in again. oh, if i weren't stuck with this job, i could run around the ether and dance with the stars!

she shook her head. those were childish dreams.

instead, she thought about what good she'd done today. she'd freed them.
smiling in satisfaction, lucida glanced at the freed constellations and curled up to sleep.

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where...was she? sinking. floating. nothing around her at all.
she was in a blank space, an empty part or corner of her mind. devoid of any dreams.
blankness, nothingness was everywhere. white, white, white. the only source of colour was lucida herself, purple and blue fur sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the endless emptiness.

she felt cold. oh, so very cold..emptiness somehow made you feel that way.
then a sound. so faint, but lucida heard it. a faint echo. and then a shape started to form in front of her, an incomprehensible blob. it appeared from out of nowhere, out of the nothingness, and started to shape itself into the form of a cat.

lucida was confused at first. she warily approached the... cat-shaped "thing", prodding at it with an allium-furred paw. then it coughed.

naturally, one would obviously be terrified at something coughing out of nowhere. in lucida's defense, this was a normal reaction from any cat, divine or mortal. the thing that coughed started to form, streaks of colour landing on it. now, in front of her was a familiar black and white cat.

"moira."


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it was unmistakeably him. the god of fate, the lorekeeper, kismet, oh, he had so many names. even the senior gods barely saw him as he always spent his time hidden away in his secret nook somewhere.
that sharp, analytical gaze. it was terrifying, even to lucida. only one other god scared her with that kind of look, and it was alifera. but he was gone now.

"what..what are you doing here?" the "kit" was clearly trying to be brave, but the words, the confrontation, came out choked and soft.
moira simply gave her a look of...what was that look? disappointment? anger? ...sadness? she didn't know, and frankly, she didn't want to know either.

"oh...lucida...this is bad. you've done something very bad."
dread creeped along her spine, she couldn't deny it anymore.
for one of the first times in a long while, she was afraid.

"i'm sorry. i just..i just wanted to free them. to...spite her. i don't want this job, i hate it. the constellations hate it too."
what was she doing, begging for mercy? for forgiveness? lucida didn't do these kinds of things. she was a rebel, she did things her own way.
never would she do....this.

snapping out of her thoughts, she was back in the void, moira gazing at her intently. his eyes seemed to shimmer like raw, uncut opals. she realised he was consulting his scroll, the one he used to record every cat's individual fate.
"what are you going to do to me?" she croaked, her turquoise eyes staring uneasily at the lorekeeper himself.

moira looked up from his old, worn, stained scroll, and he gave her a sympathetic look.
"why, nothing, little one. it can't be undone after all. fate shouldn't be changed, nor can we travel back in time to alter it.
even if we could, it shouldn't be changed."

his eyes made direct contact with hers, and for several heartbeats, the tension snapped, leaving lucida feeling nothing but peace.
glancing down at his scroll once again, he nodded.

"little one."
lucida snapped her head up.

"do you want to be free?"
"what..is this a trap?" she hissed accusingly. "you want me to say yes, then you're going to rat me out to the gods!"

moira tilted his head, and swept the scroll aside with his long, spindly tail. "do you really think i would? i already know everything."
lucida ducked her head, pelt prickling with embarassment. oh, right.
"i...i do, though. i just want to fly across the ether and...it might sound childish, but..i just want to have no responsibilities and no worries."

and to her surprise, moira smiled. "of course. after all, you are just a child."
lucida wanted to feel offended but she couldn't, somehow.

with a wave of his paw, he meowed, "enter this hole. once you do, you dreams will come true."
wary and skeptical, she poked a paw through the hole.



woah. she could literally feel the stardust.
peeking through, she saw...stars. endless stars and nebulae.

"th..thank you." she croaked and turned to face moira, eyes glistening with emotion.
moira simply grinned cheekily. "now go be free, child."

and so lucida dived through the hole.

blinking her eyes open, lucida felt pure joy when she took in her surroudings.
she was floating! amongst the stars.
"thank you, moira!" she squealed, despite knowing he probably wouldn't hear her.

and the purple kit flew towards the endless cosmos as fast as she could.
"hey, do you see that in the ether?! look up, laurel! it's a purple shooting star!"



[ OH BOY # 1471 WORDS IM SO SORRY FOR GOING OVERBOARD CANADA :sob:
pspsps yes silly me didnt realise which dream you were talking about so i did both the aspiration kind of dream and the literal kind of dream. ]

[Mercuré]

Username: Mercuré
Cat Name: Lesa Ndosi
Gender: nonbinary/genderfluid
Rank: Lesa
Clan: Spirits of the Mayombé
Age: ???
Prompt:



The kubutama (some clans would call him a kit) awoke different, purple. Concerning? Yes. Unheard of? No. Muanza, a formidable warrior and mentor, had awoken purple one day as well. Special circumstances had surrounded that though as Muanza was revealed to be connected to the Lesa, powerful entities that some cats in other clans might venture to call gods. Muanza had a warning as a prophecy had foretold it. The kub did not.

The kub was unsure of what to do. He licked his fur in a futile attempt to pull the purple off. He knew it was silly but the kub thought maybe a prank had been pulled on him, his fur dyed as he slept. Nearby another kubutama had awoken. They blinked in a slow, sleepy, shock. A small gasp left their lips.

Immediately the purple kubutama fled outside, running towards the only place he could think of, the Mukoko Ngò, the leader of the Buala. He knew it was wrong but he burst into the abandoned twoleg hut that the Mukoko and several other important cats resided in. The cats turned, confused by the intrusion, even more shocked to find a purple kub.

“Bembe?” Finally Nyitu Ntomi asked after moments of silence, referring to the kub’s nickname ‘little dove.’ “What happened?

Bembe nearly began to cry, he was only a kub after all, as the weight of this came crashing down. Something serious was happening and he had no clue what caused it.

“I woke up like this!” Bembe said panicky, “I did nothing!”

Mukoko Ngò began to make shushing noises as they approached Bembe, attempting to calm the small kub down. “This is clearly a sign of the spirits, we must pray on this at once.” The other cats in the hut nodded sagely.


And so Bembe found themselves wading into the Bastimu Maza. Most cats only waded into the pool once in their lives, to recieve their permanent name. Only if something unusual, such as turning purple, had occured would a cat find themselves in the pool. Standing on a submerged small rock in the center which gave them the illusion of standing on water, were the leader and his priests, the Mvidi.

The Mvidi all stood solemnly as Bembe approached, shivering from nerves. The Mvidi all wore their masks and as Bembe reached his spot they slowly turned their heads to the sky, chanting and throwing herbs into the pool until Bembe was surrounded by small flowers and leaves in a rainbow of colors.

Finally, the Mukoko spoke. “Bembe, you have been chosen by the spirits to recieve a message”

Bembe was confused, “I thought only Nyitus and Mukokos recieved messages from the spirits?”

“You are an exception, you have been specially selected.”

Nyitu Ntomi picked up where Mukoko Ngò had left off, “You are to prepare for a vision. Listen closely Bembe, we will aid you with journey but we cannot be there when you recieve your vision, do you understand?”

Bembe didnt understand why but nodded anyway.

“We are to prepare a bag of herbs and incense for you to bring with you. For two days you will journey into the forest until you see a Kiniumba (ghost) antelope, it will look alive but its fur will be all white except for pink twinges and its eyes will be red. You will follow it until dawn breaks. It will lead you to a pool of water where you will release the herbs, say prayers, and then you must fall asleep by the pool as the sun rises. Then you will recieve your vision.”

Bembe shivered again, confused why he had been chosen to be the bearer of this vision. Despite this he felt courage and a bit of pride well through him for being chosen and he nodded, determined. He looked down into the pool and saw his purple reflection staring back at him.

“Lastly, the spirits have decided to grant your name early, from now on you will be known as Ndosi.”

Ndosi gasped in shock and several cats watching murmured. This was unheard of! Ndosi bowed his head once the surprise had faded, “Thank you Mukoko Ngò”


The next day was spent entirely on preparations and the day after that Ndosi set out, a sack of herbs tied to his back. For two days Ndosi walked. Not knowing if he should rest, Ndosi barely took breaks. The end of the second day was drawing to an end and Ndosi became panicked. He hadn’t yet seen the white deer! Did he not move fast enough? Was he no longer worthy? As his worries began to become overwhelming in the dimming light he spotted a pale animal against the dark greens of the jungle, a Kiniumba antelope. Exhausted but knowing he had to continue, Ndosi followed the antelope.

As foretold, the antelope led Ndosi to a pool of water, very similar to the one back home. It circled the small pool twice before running off into the distance. Ndosi watched it leave and then took out the herbs to release into the water and began the prayers he had been taught. As the sun rose Ndosi lay down to rest and immediately fell asleep.

Ndosi awoke to a world as purple as his fur and blue as his skin. It looked like his world, but all of the colors were different, cooler tones. For some reason it was almost nauseating. Ndosi turned around when he heard the rustling of the leaves and stood in shock. There, clearly a kiniumba, was a large white wolf. Ndosi knew most kiniumbas couldn’t hurt you but that was back in Ntoto, the realm of the living. Here he was unsure of how much danger he was in.



“Ndosi” The kiniumba spoke, Ndosi had to remember that was his new name, “You have been chosen.”

Ndosi could only nod.

The wolf stalked forward until it was close enough to gently rest a paw on Ndosi’s forehead. Slowly everything around him seemed to melt until all the colors were swirling together. When the wolf lifted his paw, they were floating in an indigo mist. The wolf stepped back and slowly in a circle around Ndosi dropped ten small items. As stems began to shoot out of the fog Ndosi realized they were seeds. Quickly the stems grew until they formed lotus buds that swayed as if they were in a pond of water. There were ten of them.

“Ndosi, you are to return with a message,” As the wolf spoke slowly the lotus buds opened and blossomed, “there will be ten gifts from the spirit world for your Buala.”

Ten?! Ndosi had heard about one or two in a generation but ten! That seemed impossible!

“If you do not prepare well they will not be yours”

Quickly the flowers one by one wilted before crumbling into a fine ash that blew away in an unfelt breeze.

“How do we prepare?” Ndosi asked

“Once you return, study the gifts of the past, communicate with the spirits” The wolf stepped forward to place his paw back on Ndosi’s forehead.

“Now wake.”

[feverrr]

not entering anymore but i loved reading the entries <3

[Aresthehomo]

Username: Aresthehomo
Cat Name: Ophelia
Gender: genderless (she/they/he)
Rank: Holy
Clan: The Wildings
Age: Ageless
Prompt: wip

[Adamented]

Username: adamented
Cat Name: Nahda
Gender: agender (they/them)
Rank: Guidinglight
Clan: [x] Gladewood
Age: tbd
Prompt:

Nahda is known as The Dreamer by both the Wanderers and the Mythweavers, legends say they dream of bad omens and misfortunes that are to come to the denizens of the Gladewood. In actuality, Nahda can uniquely observe the many possible paths of the coming future by tapping into the Weave. Like a mystical net of energy that cannot typically be seen, sensed, or felt, draped over the entire globe like an ever-shifting, elegant embroidery with curling twisting lace that lets the natural potential of the world flow through it- Nahda has a unique sense that was only able to develop in their blindness. The Weave connects all living things, Nahda has learned to seek it without eyes, whiskers, or nose, reaching into the leylines to peer to places far and wide. With it, like the Mythweavers often do, they can "find the path" using the traces of magical energy drawn from the Weave. However uniquely, Nahda has also been able to use it to see the "path of possibilities".

They can't influence the future one way or another but observing the events that lead up to possible futures means that they are uniquely prepared for any outcome, though the many overlapping potential futures can be difficult to navigate and can even be disorienting. Only Nahda cannot be blinded by it, because of their connection to the Weave from a very young age. This night, curled soundly in a bundle of furs, Nahda dreams of something truly beautiful.

The world is changing. Once again, the Weave ripples with the energy of a coming solstice, like an octopus' tentacles the leylines twist, curl, and leap with anticipation of it. With it Nahda sees a familiar figure return, chased by a comet trail of whipping winds, plummeting hail, and swirling snow, their pawsteps leaving an imprint of the Weave itself on the snow dredged earth. In their wake, the great trees begin to grow and grow, climbing into the sky until their very roots begin to rip from the soil, rippling. Up and up, the twisting dark-blue barked trees reach further, plentiful dark leaves waxy and dense repel the sleet and snow and cold, cutting through the harsh winds and turning it into a mere brisk draft from within the shelter of its canopy, reaching from the very top where only a small opening allows a column of swirling wind to fill the inner chamber with whistling, all the way down to its roots where the branches twist together and weave themselves into the shape of an archway.

A step from this entry to shelter and home even in the harshest of blizzards, a single figure's paws flex and weave, the energy of the leylines curling across their palms while they bring to life a memory of the old Gladewood Grove that the Wanderers once called home.

A warm smile stretches across Nahda's maw as they slip from the dream as quickly as they fell into sleep, peering out from their tent the purple furred cat followed a playful dance of wind kicking up a swirl of fresh snow in the midst of a still morning as if they could see it clearly as day, a hint before the true torrent of a storm descends. The smile is firm on their face, cracks wider even as they face out into Winter and the possibilities to come, wind tickling the fur of their face.

"I knew it would be you, Orava... showing us the way- again!" For hours they sit and listen to the whistle of the wind, turning the figure around in their mind, who would it be? Who would be the first to manipulate the Weave and warp the natural world, voluntarily? Could Nahda find them before Orava's Storm arrived? They pondered these thoughts until their nose began to sting from the cold, and they scrambled back into the warm comfort of their bedding. Tomorrow, they would go as far as their paws would take them, in search of the foretold Weaver. The bringer of the changing of times.

[Hazelfang]

Username: Hazelfang
Cat Name: Addersoul
Gender: Male
Rank: Servus
Clan: Kin of the Vixen
Age: 5 moons
Prompt:

Another restless night. The young tom awoke from a terrible nightmare that left his pelt dripping with cold sweat. The Shadows had been especially cruel to him this night, taunting him about his undecided future and reveling in the agony he lived in not knowing why he was abandoned. It was absolute torture, but even his young mind was aware of the thin line his residence within the Kin was teetering on. He also understood that if he were to tell someone, anyone, he could lose yet another home.

The tom kit was only three moons old when the Kin had found him, hidden away in the cold winter snow. They didn't know where he could have come from or why he was there, but they knew they had to save the freezing kit. And so, they brought him back to camp. They provided him shelter, healing, and a good meal. It was the first time the Kit felt such warmth. That is, until one of the senior Guardians recognized his unusually colored fur and declaredd him as the kit of the cursed rogue who traveled around the outskirts of the Kin's territory. The young kit, being only three months old, didn't understand what it meant to be the Kin of the "accursed rogue" nor did he understand how it Would impact his relationship with the cats who had just saved his life.

Shortly after his recovery, the Magister held a meeting to discuss the fate of the kit. A majority of the Kin believed it would be heartless to abandon such a young kit while some fervently disagreed, too blinded by the Kit's history to see how young and innocent he was. As the adult cats argued over the future of the kit, he sat there trembling in fear. He did remember one of the Ministra, the one who spent the most time caring for him, wrapping her tail around his body and pulling her close. She would whisper in his ear that everything would be okay, the ones who were angry just needed time to trust him. Unfortunately, every nightmare he'd have of this day wouldn't include the comforting presence of the Ministra.

Although it was ultimately decided the kit could stay with the Kin and prove himself to be nothing like his real kin, it was hard to ignore the gazes of the senior cats that despised him. Their bitter eyes would haunt him in his sleep, piercing into his skin leaving what felt like burn marks on his body. Even though he wouldn't actually wake up with those wounds, he could feel them throughout the day as if the nightmare continued on even while awake. However, these nightmares wouldn't be the worst of it. Some nights, he would see his mother and father- portrayed as the evil villain his senior Kin insisted they were. They would declare him unfit to be their son and that he didn't have any powers as they did, so he was useless. Perhaps their words shouldn't hurt as much as he hardly knew his parents. Yet, as the young and gentle soul he is, those seemed to haunt him the worst.

Not every night was a nightmare, however. On the rare nights the Ministra would curl up with him alone, he would sleep more peacefully. Those nights were the only nights he truly felt like he had rested. In those dreams, he would often find himself frolicking in the meadow he pictured lay just beyond the camp walls. In this meadow, the prey would practically run into his outspread paws and beg to be eaten. Unrealistic, he knew, yet it was his dream after all. The prey weren't the only creatures that were peaceful, but also all of the Kin who questioned his heritage were kind to him too. In this fantasy of his, they adored him and respected him as true member of the Kin. He even dreamed of becoming their Magister someday! With all of the Kin trusting his every word and following his lead without a shadow of a doubt. These dreams gave him hope. While his nightmares still tortured him, he knew these nights of pleasant dreams will follow and give him hope for a better, brighter future. Perhaps he would never get the approval of his Kin or he would never find out why his parents left. But all he knew was that right here with the Kin was where he wanted to be and he would do anything to stay.

755 words

[Baobabel]

Username: Baobabel
Cat Name: Miri
Gender: nonbinary- she/they
Rank: tbd
Clan: SecludedGlade
Age: 6yrs
Prompt:
Miri has always been a Dreamer.

As a kit, their sleep was filled with short flashing images. When she was awake though, she would talk and talk about all the adventures she would go on when they grew up. They listened to the stories of the cats who came to visit the kits and imagined herself in those paws. Saving friends, spying on other clans, and bringing home much needed food.
Then it got dark.
The night before the event, Miri experienced dreams filled with darkness. Like she was running but someone turned out the lights. The next morning she quickly shook off the weird dream because it was finally her litter’s turn to leave the kitting den for the first time! She bounded up to her mom and raced her siblings to the opening. The new smells and sizes were a little overwhelming at first but Miri soaked it up. Their eyes were wide open as they surveyed the clan’s camp for the first time.

Then out of nowhere there was the briefest shadow before pain erupted from Miri’s face and body and they felt themselves being lifted into the air. Thankfully, quick acting clanmates pounced and took down the hawk before it could truly carry Miri away. She was raced over to the medicine den and spent many days and nights there in darkness and discomfort. During the recovery she had weird dreams. In one, it was like she was hovering over her sleeping self as the healer delicately removed a ripped and infected eye. In another, she saw her mom weeping outside of the camp, crying that her adventurous kit would have to stay cooped up in the elders' den for the rest of their life.
Over time the pain went away but her waking world was still dark. They kept pestering the healer until they shared that while Miri lived, they fully lost one eye and wouldn’t see out of the other. That’s when Miri first started getting hints that her dreams weren’t the regular kind.

Her clanmates assumed Miri would never leave the camp. Even in camp she was heavily watched, guided, and directed. It began to erode her love of life. The dreams of adventure and exploration started to slip away.
Then came the flying dream.
In it, she started at the camp and soared over the territory. She could recognize the landscapes from the others’ stories. Like the wild branching fallen-tree-bridge, or the mossy cat’s-head-rock. Miri would continue to have dreams throughout her life seemingly from the viewpoints of different animals. But this first dream of flight was what reignited her hope. They started planning on leaving the camp. While most of her clanmates said she should never leave camp, the healer and leader had seen what this new hope had done for Miri and noticed there was something unique about Miri. While they hadn’t openly shared about their dreams yet, there were hints towards it while she was still recovering in the medicine den. Eventually Miri told everyone they could support her or she would sneak out alone.

During the first few first forays, she quickly realized how imprecise that first flight dream was. It hadn’t been close to the ground where the paths were full of sticks and rocks and roots. She returned to camp covered in bruises and feeling discouraged. That night she dreamed she was a vole, quickly scurrying across the ground. Seeing the paths but also sensing things as they got close and smelling where other creatures had walked.
Once again, upon waking, Miri was renewed with determination and used the vole’s techniques to start noticing the finer details. They were already born naturally with an incredibly accurate sense of direction, but continued to add to it. She learned to count her steps and pay closer attention to her other senses. They learned to follow scent trails. They paid attention to any and all feedback going through their whiskers. Miri eventually got so good at detecting other creatures, her clanmates occasionally thought she must be getting some sight back. However, while her nights were filled with color and light, her days were still black.
It no longer bothered them as much though.

After going on many trips outside the camp with others, Miri finally felt up to a solo excursion. They had been practicing and honing their skills. So she did it. She slipped out when everyone else was busy and had her freedom.
((ran out of time- insert about first adventure. Not perfect- got stuck, nearly panicked. Able to calm down, think her way out. Came back eager for their next outing))

As Miri has grown, so too have her dreams and her understanding of them. Sometimes she has normal nonsensical dreams like everyone else but she’s learned how to better recognize the ones that mean something. They’ve also been able to help their clan by giving an advance warning of some form of danger. ((lots of opportunity for future stories here)) A lot of times, the dreams are vague, blurry, difficult to interpret, or it only give a very short notice. But other times they’re detailed, extra long, or are of things that will or could occur farther in the future. ((when older-starts to gain the ability to shape and influence the dreams))
Miri has helped her clan in dealing with terrible events but has also taught them to encourage rather than impose limits. To encourage bravery and creativity rather than give up when things seem impossible. Miri has and will continue to shape the path of clan.

Miri has always been a Dreamer.