Dark [Semi-Open]

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Dark.

The world was still. Everything was an unending blackness. At times there were flashes of color, dull shapes that twisted like shadows against a backdrop of nothingness. It seemed like this was it. Quite often it was a silent place. Noise did not exist here, except for the whisperings of the shadows. But they had nothing to say, at least, little more than a soft and incoherent babble. Nothing could be discerned from the next thing. Although, several moments snatches of conversation seemed to break through the barrier, bring light to the directionless nothingness. A few words here and there as if there were being that drifted in and out of this plane of existence, hiding behind the silhouettes.

Empty.

At first, the shades of black and gray that twisted around in a haze, akin to the smog from a dying fire, had been a comfort. Something that could draw in even the most malcontented kit and bring them to ease. It caused utter complacency. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to want to go. This was everything as much as it was nothing. But there was only so long before such a state could find itself budding into a madness. Complacency was little more than a drug to the burdened mind. And yet, it could not dull the senses for an eternity. At least, not yet. There had to be something more than this place. Something that brought a purpose to the voices that occasionally tore the thin veil between reality and, well, not.

Seeking.

The shallow rise and fall of the still tom's frame did little more than stir the long-dried tendrils of moss that clung desperately to the fringes of the nest. If it were not for such a motion, the warrior would have not been distinguishable from the dead. Unlike the eerie peace that clung to the coats of passed warriors as they slipped between life in the forest and their place among the stars, there was genuine goodness to the way that he rested. Those who were unaware of his inability to move, the curse of unwakable sleep, would have likely found themselves contented by such a scene. His coat was smoothed more pristinely than it had ever been when he had stirred. Some cat must have groomed his coat in some effort to revive him. Several times. Until it had proven to be an inefficient method. Sparkfrost was lost to the world around him.

Hello?

The simple question pushed at the edges of a reality that did not exist. Fighting the pressing blackness proved to be more difficult than it seemed. Was it even worth seeking more? Could there be more? The voices were not there with an answer. There was no way to tell what the right path was. Even so, anything was decidedly better than staying here any longer. Anything would be better than nothing. Anything. Anything. Something.

And for the first time in a moon, his ear twitched.

Subject: Re: Dark [Semi-Open] Tue 19 Feb 2019 - 3:19

Wasppaw hadn't a moment to spare. The she-cat already had her entire day planned out. First, she got all those boring apprentice things out of the way. No, not because she wanted to, but because if she had Scorchclaw trying to chase her down in order to reprimand her for not taking her duties seriously, she'd never get out of camp unscathed. The tom typically watched her like a hawk, and her only chance to sneak out unnoticed was to wait until he had begun assigning cats to the dawn patrols. The little tortoiseshell had been attentively watching her mentor, studying his habits and waiting for the perfect time to strike.

And it was almost that time.

Tail tip twitching in barely restrained excitement, the apprentice set about collecting her pre-made moss balls to dip them in the nearby shallows. As she worked, she had to force herself to not vibrate with excitement at the next part of her plan. As soon as she took this water to those dying cats or whatever that were pretty much always camped out in the medicine cat's den, she would act like she was going to get materials to mend the elders' nests, then as soon as no one was looking she'd streak off into the territory and finally go explore! She couldn't wait to see the other territories from the border. Thunderclan wouldn't mind her crossing the border too much if she just looked... right? That one cat from the gathering lived there right? Maybe she'd see Batpaw again! Excitement bubbling in her chest, the young tortie finished wetting the mossballs and dashed off towards the medicine cat's den.

She gave herself a moment to let her clear blue eyes adjust to the much dimmer lighting before looking around. Not seeing the familiar faces of Goldeneye or Fallowlight, Wasppaw hesitated a moment. What did she do? She couldn't just leave the mossballs on the floor, they'd get all dirty, and who knew how long the two medicine cats would be out... Fixing a determined look on her face, she tromped over to Minkpaw, who appeared to be asleep. He could handle himself, right?

She stared at the tom for a looong moment before dropping the sopping mossball on his face with a loud, uncomfortably wet sounding "plap" noise.

Not her problem anymore!

She then turned her attention to Sparkfrost, who (like usual) lay unmoving in his nest apart from the steady rise and fall of his chest. What to do... she couldn't just leave it on him. He might like, drown or something... right? Could cats drown in a mossball? She glanced over at Minkpaw and legitimately considered giving the older cat the same treatment.

Hmm... best not to test that theory with the slightly more dead one though.

Leaning over the warrior's nest she stared intently at him. Should she squeeze the water into his mouth? She was certain she'd seen Fallowlight do that at least once before, maybe that's what she was supposed to do? It was worth a shot right? Bringing the remaining mossball close to the tom's muzzle, she awkwardly pawed at it, trying to get him to open his jaws.

Numerous failed attempts later, she groaned in frustration and lightly thwapped her paw on his face "Arrrgh! Hurry up and drink the stupid thing already, I got stuff to do!" She stared at him as if genuinely believing that, by some miracle of a chance, her complaining would somehow make Sparkfrost obey. Wrinkling her nose in annoyance, she huffed and proceeded to just drag the tom's upper lip up over his teeth, baring them. "Grrrr. You're gonna drink you lazy lump, and you're gonna like it!" Pushing the ball of moss against the tom's teeth, she tried to gently squeeze the chilly liquid into his mouth... only to put too much pressure on it and accidentally cause the water to gush out in a rush that ultimately ended up soaking them both. Wasppaw blinked, looking at the tom's now soaked bedding and fur.

"Uh... oops."

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Subject: Re: Dark [Semi-Open] Thu 21 Feb 2019 - 3:54

Minkpaw drifted in a haze of cloudly images, his mind bouncing from one to another almost at random. One moment he was in a dark place full of panting foxes, their eyes gleaming in the dark, and the next he was gliding across thick snow. The cold barely seemed to touch his pelt, though, and when he looked behind there were no paw-prints marring the perfect white. Thoughts flitted away from him before he could full form them, and he moved on with a shrug, crouching on the warm pebbles beside the river as he gazed into its depths hoping for a silver glint moving deep within them. For some reason, all he could see were yellow eyes glowing back at him from a reflection that should have been his, but wasn't. His hear began to thump in his chest, and he tried to move away, but his paws were rooted to the ground, held by a growing sheet of ice. The body of his sister, her throat torn out, sprawled limply at his paws, and he gasped for air, clawing for something to hold onto, some way to break out of this. He couldn't do anything, he was suffocating in a fountain of blood-!
The river was tossed into his face.
Coughing, spluttering, his eyes flew open as he jerked wildly in his nest. What in StarClan?! He flung the thing off of his muzzle, whatever in Silverpelt it was making a distinct plap noise as it hit the ground. Disorientated, his mind reeling in confusion, Minkpaw stared around at the den he was in for a moment before recognizing it. Not the river.... He determinedly shoved all thoughts of anything like that out of his mind. Lionpaw's alive and well, that was just a dream. We're all happy just like we used to be. He ignored the other little voice whispering in the back of his mind. Like it was before you were captured?
He blinked groggily and rubbed a paw into his eyes for a moment before staring around at the wet bundle of moss in the dirt. Where in StarClan did that come from...? A quick moment's search of the rest of the medicine cat den's dim interior revealed the small form of an apprentice a few moons younger than him trying to get Sparkfrost to drink from another moss ball. Though it was less 'drinking' and more attempting to drown the older tom, by the looks of it.
"What are you-?" He winced as the she-cat dumped a river's load of water on both her and the warrior. Err.... Yeah, maybe I shouldn't get involved with this. He couldn't help making just one small comment, though. "You know the water's supposed to go in his mouth, right?"

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They were back.

The muttered words were merely a garbled mess of sound, fractured by the distant planes of existence. Even in their convoluted state, it was a comfort that the reverberations once more accompanied the misshapen muddle of shadows. So far away. At least it had been. What was once little more than a muted whisper became an aberrant cacophony. Oh goodness, did his head hurt now. Throbbing replaced the world that was once comprised of a peaceful state of numbness. It overwhelmed every fiber of his very being and threatened to tear apart the shadowy realm. And it did.

Light.

Various shades of black shifted into something more akin to hues of charcoal. Then, a dull viridescence marred by brown. It seemed to be sheer irony that the first colors he was able to discern were those similar to the gaze that saw them. Sparkfrost's eyes were only but slits when the warrior first blinked. The jarring brightness overwhelmed him as they were squeezed shut once more. In a rush, sensation returned to his body, or rather a recognition of the feelings throughout. Everything seemed to ache or throb with invisible fire. If he could yowl, he very well as might have. Instead, little more than a grunt escaped his maw. Following, came a deep inhalation of the water that poured over his teeth and soaked his strangely kempt fur. The calico frame twitched slightly and then transformed into a mess of ungracefully flailing limbs. In the flurry of motion, the moss ball was thrown at the apprentice, striking her square between the eyes.

A cat.

Almost immediately, the reaction stopped. Above him stood the outline of what could only be understood as another cat. Staring up, confusion was evident in the lackluster green eyes. Sparkfrost recognized hurt, sensation and sight returned at once in a staggering reveal. But something did not click. He blinked. Who was she? Where were... he recalled the patchwork ginger and white cat, alongside that of a gold-furred queen, and a host of various other pelts of kits similar to himself. Another flicker of his eyelids and the tom picked apart that this cat was none of them. While any other cat in his position might have met the situation with panic, there was a curious calm that overtook any hints of cool trepidation. He peered up at her, studying her, and almost forgetting the waves of agony that washed through his underused muscles.

"Where are we? And where is," Sparkfrost paused, struggling to find the name as he heard himself speak and wincing slightly at the pounding that came with his own speech. After a moment, it slowly formed within his mind's eye and the tom silently tasted it on his own tongue before uttering the single word aloud, "Star Lord."

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