Dimmingsun isn't all that surprised when his state of mind in the conscious world seeps into his subconscious. He hasn't allowed himself to get too carried away with the concept yet, courtesy of holes of knowledge that he still needs to fill, but one thing is for certain—he has an affinity for both the living and the dead. That fact certainly makes his job as a medicine cat a lot more exciting. Instead of focusing solely on herbs, he gets to peek behind the curtain. He had thought that meeting cats past their living days would be a one-off thing, reserved only for moments spent beside the Moonstone... but Merrystalk had revealed otherwise.
Rather, Merrystalk's little friend.
Merrystalk certainly doesn't consider his shadow a friend. Dimmingsun has since then turned that whole scene in his head multiple times, rotating it this way and that way to see if he could have handled it differently. Perhaps he could have spared Merrystalk the emotional turmoil and simply said he had been mistaken... but then, he would not have found out this new "power" of sorts about himself. Who knows—Deadwood might not have made himself visible to others in the future.
Dimmingsun doubts that last fact... but still; he must consider all variables.
The topic at hand weighs on him even as he falls asleep, burrowed deep in his nest. Truly, he isn't nearly as unsettled by the whole ordeal as most others would. But then again, not many would accept this star-woven role of a medicine cat on a whim like he had.
Maybe he is special in that regard.
When Dimmingsun opens his eye next, the pleasant dimness of the medicine cat den bleeds into something more gloomy. Mist rolls out from behind rows of lifeless trees, and when he rises to his paws and follows their thin silhouettes upwards, he cannot make out the outlines of their branches. They very well could keep on going forever. Something rustles behind him, but when he looks around, there is nothing but a thorny bush. If anything were to hide behind it, he would easily see it.
Still, something heavy hangs in the air. Dimminsun stays put, but his eye searches his surroundings without rest.
There is someone here.
Rather, Merrystalk's little friend.
Merrystalk certainly doesn't consider his shadow a friend. Dimmingsun has since then turned that whole scene in his head multiple times, rotating it this way and that way to see if he could have handled it differently. Perhaps he could have spared Merrystalk the emotional turmoil and simply said he had been mistaken... but then, he would not have found out this new "power" of sorts about himself. Who knows—Deadwood might not have made himself visible to others in the future.
Dimmingsun doubts that last fact... but still; he must consider all variables.
The topic at hand weighs on him even as he falls asleep, burrowed deep in his nest. Truly, he isn't nearly as unsettled by the whole ordeal as most others would. But then again, not many would accept this star-woven role of a medicine cat on a whim like he had.
Maybe he is special in that regard.
When Dimmingsun opens his eye next, the pleasant dimness of the medicine cat den bleeds into something more gloomy. Mist rolls out from behind rows of lifeless trees, and when he rises to his paws and follows their thin silhouettes upwards, he cannot make out the outlines of their branches. They very well could keep on going forever. Something rustles behind him, but when he looks around, there is nothing but a thorny bush. If anything were to hide behind it, he would easily see it.
Still, something heavy hangs in the air. Dimminsun stays put, but his eye searches his surroundings without rest.
There is someone here.
"Show yourself."