Laying still upon the warm earth, Dawnkit imagined scene after scene of the distant past, thoughts flying further back than living memory.
A misty white cat stood atop the Tallbranch, silently summoning young cats forward. With a leap, it landed in front of them, staring into their eyes with an intense glare. One backed down, fleeing the camp a moment after. Two shut their eyes, flinching back but standing their ground. Three hung their heads. Only one stared right back, fire in his gaze. The two cats leapt at each other, and…
Dawnkit shook herself with a murmur, yawning. Daydream had passed into dream without notice. That hadn’t happened. She needed to be accurate. Skystar was too far in the distant past for any to remember- she’d have to stick to recent events, things cats could remember and tell her of. She needed to spend more time with the elders, learn more history.
She rolled onto her back, staring up at the sky. (But not the sun. No one could look at the sun- it was a daily reminder of how powerful and almighty StarClan was. Even in the day their presence was known.) Staring up into the sky, her thoughts began to wander again, into the distant past she knew nothing of. Approaching pawsteps were not heard. Her thoughts were further away than the Mothermouth she knew little of.
