Owlpaw
Where ;; Camp | Crush ;; Echopaw.| Doing ;; Talking.| Mood ;; Calm.|
She purred at Echopaw ad then ducked into the den. It was cooler that when she had left. Perhaps this would help. She went to sleep again. She didn't have the dream again. She had a new nightmare. She was standing on a cliff-face, looking down at a rocky descent to the ground. There was a cat, lying dead on the ground. She couldn't distinguish it's appearance, but it changed quite suddenly, to her mother's russet fur, the to her father's pale tan fur, seemingly flipping through all of her clanmates till it finally, slowly, flipped to herself. Then it vanished. She was alone on the cliff-side, seemingly frozen at looking down. Then she woke up. She gave a rather loud hiss and panted. She whined and tucked her tail over her nose unhappily.