The Darkness Creeps (solo)

Amberpaw's sight was blurry as she tried to look around herself. The light's that sparkled in front of her went from warm, welcoming blue to murky, distant shadows on the opposite side, making the newly appointed apprentice jolt with fear. Her view became less and less clouded, and she found herself staring longingly towards the welcoming warm forests. Just as she started into a trot towards it, something pulled her back violently and her mind urged her to look at the mist stretching behind her. Scared but still pushed by an immense, invisible force to look at the white veil, she turned and she felt the fur on the back of her neck lift in horror as she saw a hunched figure of a young cat standing out from behind the mist. The figure moved, sending another spark of fear through Amberpaw, igniting her whole body with adrenaline. The cat raised its head and stared up into Amberpaw's yellow eyes. The fresh. intense green of a pine needle pierced from the veils of smoke, the familiar color that only...
"Amberpaw!" a hoarse, murderous voice called after her.
 Amberpaw let out a yowl of terror and surprise and turned to run away from the veils, deeper and deeper in the warm, lighted forests, stopping to tumble on the ground when she was sure the green eyes wouldn't be visible.  Where her brother wouldn't be visible.


Pinepaw couldn't tell how much he had been sitting there, his back at the blackened forest beckoning him from behind, how much he had been staring into the infinite looking mass of white mist, glinting with warm blue from behind, calling him, but faintly, like in a distant memory before he had bowed his head, accepting he couldn't reach for it, not when liquid darkness was swirling around him, tearing at the back of his small body. Or were they cats? He could hear faint whispers, laughs, voices calling him in a mock way, making him tense even more. But something seemed to wake him up, and he flung his head up to stare through the mist. He could sight the familiar yellow, like the light of fireflies in the dark and deep night he was being hurtled into. He called after his sister, but the own sound of his voice send a tremor through him, pain stabbing through his jaws as he opened them so quick and firm. The laughs of the cats swimming in the dark sounded behind him as his sister ran, the yellow disappearing and leaving him in a darkness worse than before, the mist radiating light weakly. Darkness seemed to lurk and suddenly it swallowed his, letting him fight for each breath he had.