Private Dark Forest ShadowClan You're toxic, I'm slippin' under ❖ Froststorm

[Jadethorn]

{$title} Jadethorn wakes up for the first time in the Dark Forest

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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Sleep was starting to become hard to come by. It was strange for her, to struggle with falling into the land of dreams and nightmares. Usually once she finally laid down against the soft moss of her nest after a busy day of patrols and training, the molly passed right on out. Usually, that is. The last few days, however, was plagueing her with anxious thoughts, the pressure and movement in her side excentuating them. Carrying them to the forefront of her mind's eye now that she had confirmation from the dear medicine cat of Thunderclan only a few days prior. Admittedly, she hadn't slept since then and it was starting to grate on her.

At least...until tonight. Despite the energy in her limps and her mind racing on what the hell she was supposed to do now, the past 48 hours were finally starting to wear her down. After a midnight bought of pacing, tail whipping side to side in agitation, Jadethorn finally felt the heaviness seep into her muscles. A sigh was given before heavy paws dragged across the mud towards the warrior den. The rosette slipped in without a sound, tail drooping in exhaustion, steps carefully made to not wake any others, before she flopped down in the softness of her own nest. A deep breath was taken in before green eyes closed, darkness taking her to the world of dreams.

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When that gaze finally opened once again, it was...weird... The place where she stood was unfamiliar. Dark. Heavy with the smell of blood and decay in the air. Part of her wondered if she was reliving the strange sensations she had felt in the pocosin so many moons ago. The rot and fog that had followed her pawsteps before disappearing like nothing had happened. The rest of the clan had spoken about spirits and Jadethorn had scoffed at them. After all, spirits weren't a thing. They had all simple suffered some kind of mass hysteria back then after digging up some old bones from stars knows when. At least, that's what she continued to tell herself, even as more and more evidence fought against that revelation.

A pawstep was made, pressing into the rough earth as her eyes scanned her surroundings. This felt different than any of her dreams before now. Scents to real, sounds dancing along her periphery like it was taunting her. Like something was laughing. A shudder goes through her body as she feels a wind as cold as leafbare blow through her fur. She swear she can feel eyes boring into her pelt from behind and Jadethorn whirls around with a snarl that dies in her throat as the familiar pain in her side made her groan. With gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, the molly hisses out what she originally wanted to shout into the void. "Whoever's there, come out of hiding! Before I make you." The culprit didn't need to know that she most likely couldn't. After all, no one knew of her condition beside her friend of Thunderclan, and she would make sure they wouldn't until the time comes.
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
  ❖ 34 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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