Private Backwritten To Carry Home My Little Soldier °•○°☆ Timberfrost

[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

Takes place November 15th!

Plant some seeds when you're alone
Let the blossoms

grow

.

At some point Sealdawn had realized it probably wasn't a coincidence that Sablestar had remembered her in her dream. That perhaps, just maybe, it wasn't her dream at all and it had been his that she'd been in. It was an awkward topic to potentially breach with the tom- something she wasn't sure how to approach. Maybe she was thinking into it too much. It had only been the leader so far after all.

If it was real, did proximity play a part in it? Was there some kind of requirement that needed to be met before she visited another's dream? There was no way to know for sure unless she tried to do so on purpose this time. And there was a perfect cat for her to test this theory of hers right in the medicine den.

Timberfrost refused to wake up. The spotted tabby hadn't been there when he first collapsed but she was certain Cicadabuzz and Magpiepaw had done all they could to try to wake him. And yet... "Timber..." She stood in front of him, voice low, noting every showing rib with each rise and fall of his chest. The only hint that the cat before her was still alive.

'But for how much longer..?' Surely there would come a point where his sleep would become...permanent if he didn't wake up soon? He still needed to eat. To drink. Asleep like this he could do neither. Hesitant paws clambered into the nest, curling up against the other.

'...Please be dreaming. Please let me reach you. We're all worried about you...'

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Her surroundings were unfamiliar, almost calming- nothing like the darkness of Sablestar's dreams and briefly it brought a frown to Seal's face. Why were his dreams plagued so with such pain and misery? The thought was shaken away as soon as it had come. There would be time to wonder about that another time. For now she wanted- no, NEEDED- to see if this was real. If Timberfrost was here. If she could reach out to him, then, maybe...

"Timberfrost...? Are you here..? It's me, Seal."

16 moons

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shadowclan warrior

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bio

Inside Your Chest

SEALDAWN

— Shadowclan Trapper
— "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
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[Timberfrost]

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

The world was pale, featureless, and entirely empty—save for a strange sort of fog, of which this world seemed to be created from. It undulated around the cat's paws, though there did not seem to be a proper ground for her to stand on.. nevertheless, the fog drifted, pushed by wind that was unfeelable. It was… beautiful, in a way, serene in the way a doll was—but it was anything but alive.

At least, it had seemed empty on first glance. Out of the fog, out of nowhere, a brown tom stumbled forth. He was not quite of this world, with fur twisted and gnarled with the time he had spent in a sickly nest… but he was not quite of the living either, with a strange wandering disposition about him, a sloping and easy step he had never had in life. It was as though he had forgotten himself, forgotten who he used to be, and it resonated within the very fiber of his being. This strange figment of Timber materialized somewhere within the mist—and, with a bold step, collided directly into the solid frame of Sealdawn. Timberfrost stumbled somewhat, but he fixed his stance strangely fast, adapting to the sudden intrusion in his path like a robot.

"Excuse me—" He said gently, calmly—almost as if he did not recognize the cat he saw before him. But suddenly, the starstricken tom paused, gazing at the other with unfocused, cloudy eyes, as though he could not see her. As though she were a mirage, something he could not see when he looked at it directly, but could perceive passively in the furthest parts of his vision. Timber blinked in confusion, furrowed his brow…and then reached out, startling in surprise as his pallid paw touched the other's shoulder.

"S- Sealpaw?" The tom muttered quietly, a strange sense of clarity to his voice that had not been there previously… but also a sense of fear, of paranoia, of all the things that plagued him in the world beyond his feverish dreams. It was a bit like watching a child come to terms with morality for the first time, and that understanding wore its way into the previously peaceful expression like some sort of disease.

Still, he did not move his paw. "You… You aren't meant to be here, are you?" He said weakly, as though he were afraid she'd shatter into a million pieces, becoming lost in this strange fog that surrounded them. "Not…. Not like I am, at least…" This last part he muttered, with some echo of horror to his tone—as though he had begun to grasp the line between life and death, and had grown far too familiar with teetering over it.

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

• 
  Timberfrost
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 30 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

Plant some seeds when you're alone
Let the blossoms

grow

.

It's as if her friend and caretaker had been summoned, they way he steps out of the fog and crashes into Sealdawn as if he hadn't even seen her. She's able to keep her balance despite the size difference, lurching forward to help when the tom stumbles but he recovers so quickly its apparent her help hadn't been needed in this moment.

"It's SealDAWN now, remember?" She corrects softly. Her brows knit tightly together, staring up at the other. Why did he not remember? Why did he look like this? Her shredded ear flicks.

You aren't meant to be here, are you?

Lips purse, Sealdawn blinks slowly at him. Once. Twice. 'Neither are you. Timber, please wake up.'

"...No," Her eyes dart every which way, searching for some sort of landmark. A tree. A rock, anything. All around then stretched nothing but fog. Endless and enveloping. Suffocating. "But neither are you, I'm sure of it. I came to wake you up-" Or try to. "Stoatstream's worried about you, we all are."

She had to figure this out. What was the point of this apparent ability of hers if she couldn't use it to help those she cared about..?

18 moons

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shadowclan warrior

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she/they

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bio

Inside Your Chest

SEALDAWN

— Shadowclan Trapper
— "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
#70d8e5

 

[Timberfrost]

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

"...Dawn." He echoed softly, contemplatively. And for a moment, just a brief moment, a smile played on his face. It was a look associated with the sun after a long period of darkness—A gentle Hello you. I could never forget someone like you. He spoke once more, and that strange sense of peace wavered quickly and dispelled. "Yes, of course. Dawn of a new day. I always thought it was very fitting, fitting for..." Timber trailed off, gazing still at something nobody could quite see. It was though he lost his words in some place far away, his train of thought hidden in the mist around them. But still, he seemed to hear her next words, and a concerned frown formed on his face. He was searching, staring forward at whatever his paw connected with, but he couldn't seem to see the other... and so he pressed harder against her with his pale paw, as though she were the only lifeline he had found in this wretched place.

"Wake up...? Well, I'm not asleep, am I?" There was a weak laugh to punctuate this, something anxious and uncertain... and for a moment, the world around the two seemed to waver, like the sun clearing fog in the early hours of the morning. "No, I—" The tom drew the paw he had kept on her away, pulled it close to him in that strange, yet lucid confusion that befell him.

His expression wavered once more, crushed by the realization of something, or perhaps the remembrance of something long past. "Stoat..." He muttered, brow furrowed—and his eyes, blank as they may be, seemed to search for something in the mist. "She hasn't eaten in a while. I know Oleander's been having trouble, but... I mean, kits like her can't eat solid food yet, can they?" There was a strange worry in his words, one that could only be traced back to those hungry moons, the life he lived before the one in Shadowclan... but a tone to his voice that he had never addressed Sealdawn, as though he had confused her with another cat. Or perhaps he was talking to someone else, and simply forgot of her existence in the few moments that had passed. "I'll find something for her, surely." With this, he started forward once more, apparently forgetting entirely of the cat in front of him—and would once again bump directly into her if she did not move.

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

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  Timberfrost
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 30 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
  #9A775A