TW: Sensitive Content Open PAFP Camp Can you find a life that's like fairy tales, far from this tragedy? ↟ ↟ ↟ ↟ Nightmare

[Pineconekit]

CONTENT WARNING: Nightmare, description of a nightmare, grief

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PINECONEKIT
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DEATH IS GONNA COME FOR ME

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The red liquid glistened all around her, reaching her paws. She was inside the den and it was filling up, the warm bloodied water rising higher and higher. Pineconekit tried to run away, but the thick liquid didn't let her, slowly swallowing her whole. Only her head remained above it and she looked down into the dark, red void.

The kitten was met with green eyes looking back at her - not her own, nor her sister's, but ones Pineconekit knew the most. Cedarsnap's, her father's eyes were watching her through the liquid, menacing, and a paw reaching out towards her, closer and closer to the surface, until it broke through, brushing against her soft form. Claws unsheathed and clung onto her pelt, dragging her down with them.

Pineconekit woke up with a scream, "Dad!" Her breathing quick, an unfamiliar pelt against her body, legs trembling. She blinked once, twice, then realised she had been dreaming. Pineconekit wished she could bury herself in her dad's warm fur, but he was not there. And would never be anymore.

The kitten swallowed her loud sobs. She was aware of the other kittens glaring at her angrily at having woken them up, and she felt angry at them in return. She saw the way the other caregivers looked at her with pity in their eyes. But she didn't want their empty pity, their sympathy. They didn't understand - no one did. No one, except maybe... Daisynose.

With angry stomps, she walked out of the nursery, tears still falling down her face like a sudden downpour. She didn't care who all saw or heard her, all she wanted was her dads. Why couldn't she be with them anymore? It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair! Pineconekit found her paws leading her towards the warriors den where most the adult cats slept through the night. Slipping inside, she held the loudest of her sobs at bay, only letting sniffles escape. She looked through the darkness at the cats, looking for the familiar pelt of her sister, with fur as soft as Cedarsnap's.

It took her a while, but near the edge of the den she spotted Daisynose's form shifting slightly in her sleep, body falling and rising with each breath. Pineconekit didn't hesitate and walked over, avoiding the other warriors with her paws and gaze all the same. She knew they would all stare if she disturbed their rest and she was not interested in more empty words and pitying looks. She's gotten enough of those from the other caregivers and warriors already.

Now at her sister's nest, Pineconekit slipped next to Daisynose's body, curling herself close to the soft pelt, burying herself in her. She closed her eyes without a word to anyone, hoping to fall asleep quickly and dreamlessly.

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☘︎ OOC: Wait for @Daisynose to reply! After that, feel free to see and reflect on Pineconekit, but do not interact with her, she is avoiding everyone and is only trying to sleep next to her sister​

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[Daisynose]

DAISYNOSE

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Daisynose hadn't dreamed in the days since her fathers died. She supposed there was some relief to that. No nightmares, no reliving the worst day of her life, no... anything. Yet, every night, she curled up in her nest hoping for a dream; some glimpse of her fathers. If the only way she could see them were in dreams and memories, she would have given anything to dream of them. Even if it was manufactured, a glimpse of them healthy and happy would have soothed her broken heart.

It was not meant to be, it seemed. That night had been another dreamless night. She slept fitfully, floating in that blackness, knowing that when she woke up the next morning her paws would be heavy with an exhaustion she'd never felt before. It almost wasn't worth going to sleep, but it was also the only reprieve she had from the anguish of a world that no longer contained half of her family.

She startled awake at the sensation of something touching her, shuffling into her nest. Her head shot up and she looked to the source of the feeling, eyes struggling to make anything out in the darkness. It was the scent of her sister that soothed her frayed nerves first, then the smudge of tabby stripes against her dark form. Familiar stripes, just like their father. Then, and only then, did she realize something was wrong. Kits weren't meant to be in the warriors' den, and Pineconekit should have been tucked away sleeping soundly in the nursery. "Pinecone?" She mewed, voice thick with sleep. A faint sniffling came from beside her, and she felt her heart, already shattered, splinter into a million pieces in her chest. "H-hey, what's wrong?" She prompted gently, wrapping her tail around her sister. She could guess. It was easy to guess. But it felt like the right thing to ask anyway.

She was vaguely aware of some of the other warriors peering over, some curious, some annoyed, but she ignore them with a flick of her ear. She was grieving. Her sister was grieving. In that moment, her concern was for her sister - nothing else mattered.

dreamers dream until they don't

seal point she-cat with low white and blue eyes
she/her
warrior of Thunderclan
17 moons, ages every 30th
"speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"

 

[Pineconekit]

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⸙ PINECONEKIT ⸙

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Pineconekit wanted to pretend she was asleep, so no one would bother her, but she couldn't help the soft sobs escaping her throat. She didn't want to wake anyone else, but she couldn't stop.

Only her sister's sleepy voice made her halt. She had woken her too... Pineconekit didn't mean to, she wanted to pretend that everything was okay, that this was normal, but Daisynose could see right through her. "Bad dreams..." she sniffled quietly, burying her face in her sister's fur. "About dad." barely a whisper, drowned and muffled over the coat.

Memories of her nightmare flooded back to her and she quickly shook her head to chase them away, though her frame still trembled, tears still formed at the edges of her eyes. She feared if she were to open them, the red liquid would be back again, suffocating her, the shadow of her dad trying to drag her down.

"I just want to sleep." she declared quietly to end the conversation. To end the stares she surely must have received from the warriors around her. "Please."

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☘︎ OOC: n/a​

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[Daisynose]

DAISYNOSE

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"Oh, Pinecone, I'm sorry," Daisynose murmured. She could hear the soft sobs that wracked her sister's tiny body. For what felt like the thousandth time, she wanted to wail at the night sky. It just wasn't fair! How could someone so young feel such huge, crushing feelings? She struggled enough to keep the sadness at bay, to keep up with her duties despite the heavy weight in her chest. Pineconekit should never have to shoulder such a burden at her age. What hurt even more was that there was nothing she could do about it. Her sister had to feel faer feelings, just as she did. Everyday, the fact of the matter remained: their fathers were dead.

Her face pressed to her fur, Pineconekit seemed disinterested in discussing her dream, or anything, really. Daisynose could only acquiesce with a small nod. She managed a small, rusty purr that she hoped would comfort them, to lull them to sleep. Curling tighter around her sister, she offered a small lick to her cheek - or, at least as close to the cheek as she could get with Pineconekit's face hidden as it was. Then, she lowered her head to rest on her paws. She watched the trembling form of her sister for a few heartbeats, feeling conflicted. Finally, she opted to open the line of communication without pushing. "We don't have to talk about anything, if you don't want. But I'm right here. If you change your mind," she whispered into the darkness.

dreamers dream until they don't

seal point she-cat with low white and blue eyes
she/her
warrior of Thunderclan
17 moons, ages every 30th
"speech", thoughts, attempted action, "other character's speech"