Username: wolfpack12
Cat Name: Applekit, Applepaw,
AppleheartGender: she-cat
Age: 6 moons
Clan: CrescentclanRank: medicine cat apprentice
Prompt:The young she-cat could hardly breathe, as she came to a sudden stop. Barely being able to avoid a burning tree in time, as it came crashing down in front of her. Blocking her only escape route. Panic surged through the young cat, as she quickly backed away from the spreading flames. A series of painful coughs leaving her lungs, as she desperately tried to find another way out of her predicament. Her ears instinctively flattening against her head, as the wall of flames that had previously circled her slowly began to close in. Like a pack of hungry dogs.
"Fizzle, crack, burn and pop
That's the sound charred trees make, as their bodies drop
Meadows burn, forests crumble
Let this be your only tumble"The voice that spoke was eerie, yet surprisingly soft. Echoing around the she-cat, as if it were coming from a cave rather than a roaring fire. However, try as she might, the she-cat couldn't pinpoint where the voice was coming from. Neither could she see beyond the wall of flame. Making her feel like some sort of invisible force was taunting her. Which in turn caused her ash stained fur to stand on end.
"Twist, leap, dance and spin
Only when you fall, will you then win
Hidden in shadow, the ember glows
Protected by your most deadliest of foes"Suddenly the flames leapt forwards. As if it were an angry snake trying to catch a fleeing mouse. Forcing the young she-cat to quickly retreat backwards, in order to avoid being burned by its fiery claws. But what she saw next as she looked up, caused her entire body to freeze. Amongst the moving flames, were the shadowy outlines of cats. At least, they looked like cats. Their amber eyes burning just as fiercely as the fire that surrounded them. But none of their gazes held the same warmth as those of her clanmates. Instead all they held was an intense hate and bitterness. Moving through the flames as if under some sort of trance.
"Hiss, spit, crackle and roar
Only one will truly soar
Beware the flames that burn
Only then will you truly learn"By now the voice had grown louder. Booming like thunder above the fiery clearing. Suddenly the dark ginger tabby was knocked backwards by a sudden gust of wind. Green eyes closing tightly as she turned her head away from the sudden onslaught. When she finally dared to open them again, she found herself standing at the edge of a ravine. Yet the wind refused to give in, and only continued to strengthen. Rain soon following, as another heavy boom sounded above her.
"Song of doubt, cry of raven
Many are easily shaken"The voice was close now. As if whoever it was talking, was standing right in front of her. Whipping her head around, Applepaw found herself face to face with something that even the bravest of warriors would cower at. Before her stood a fiery apparition of what seemed to be a large cat. Steam rose above its body, as the flames that kept it alive fought back against the heavy rainfall. Its burning eyes watched her. Waiting. For what? She didn't know.
"One shall fall, one shall rise
Head the call of the rising tide"The dark ginger tabby could barely keep her footing, as she was suddenly thrown back and forth by the wind. Her claws digging into the ground in vain. Her small body being forcefully pushed towards the ravines edge by something she couldn't see. She could only yowl in fear, as she was suddenly tossed over the edge. Sent tumbling down towards the waiting shadows bellow.
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Green eyes snapped open, as the she-cat gasped for air. Her breathing heavy, as she shakily glanced at her surroundings. Flinching ever so slightly when she heard the sound of thunder outside.
Well, that explains why it was raining, she thought. Only to suddenly sit upright. Her eyes widening, as the realisation of her dream suddenly dawned on her. The next thing she knew, she was running towards the medicine cat's den. Ignoring the rain that drenched her pelt.
This dream had been a recurring one. While she normally did have odd dreams, this one differed from the rest. For one, it lasted far longer than the rest, and held a far more deeper meaning to it. Normally, Applepaw would of kept something like this to herself. In fear of how others may react to it. But something deep down, told her to seek out Mistflight. Fortunately, as she entered the darkened den, she was in luck. The healer was already wide awake. Probably from the sudden downpour.
" Applepaw?", Mistflight asked. Confusion clear in her voice, as she squinted at the soaking wet apprentice. Who began to nervously fiddle with her front paws, as she avoided eye contact. Frowning ever so slightly, the pale grey ticked tabby slowly stood up." Applepaw, are you alright? Are you sick?", she added.
" N-no! I-it's just that.... Well, I've been having these weird dreams, and up until now I've been keeping them to myself, but I recently had this one that told me I needed to tell someone, and since your the clan's healer, I thought it would be best to discuss it with you...", Applepaw replied. Shying away slightly under the sudden seriousness within the older cat's gaze. Wondering if even mentioning her odd dreams was a good idea after all. It wasn't until she felt a presence next to her, did she then dare to meet the others gaze. Surprised to find nothing but sympathy and understanding within the healer's mismatched coloured eyes." Maybe it would be best, if you explained your dreams to me, and then we'll go on from there", Mistflight replied, softly.
Upon hearing this, Applepaw wasted no time in telling Mistflight how her strange dreams first started and how they seemed to keep repeating. Even going into vivid detail when it came to some of them. Mentioning how some things within her dreams have actually happened in reality. Shyly mentioning how she had kept them to herself, fearing that she would be treated differently because of them. Only to regret not doing so when something bad happened. She even described the events of her recent one. Telling the older she-cat that she didn't understand what the words meant, only that she knew they were important. Not to mention that the voice spoke in a sort of rhyming rhythm.
When she finally came to the end of her story, she fell back into silence. Feeling both tired and grateful, for being able to get all of that off of her chest. Before nervously watching the older she-cat. Wondering on what the healer thought of this information, and what it meant for her."... So what does all of that mean? Why am I the only one having these dreams?", she asked.
The pale ticked tabby merely smiled, as she glanced towards her den's entrance. Her mismatched coloured eyes glowing dimly. After a moment of silence, her soft gaze once more returned to the apprentice." I don't know for sure, but one thing I do know is that we need to speak to Dawnstar about seeing on whether or not we can make you into a medicine cat apprentice", she replied.