dreamy dream things [trick bby]

[nO]

Littlefox was dozing in her nest, ears relaxed and tail flicking with contempt. Finally closing her eyes, the ginger and white she-cat plunged into a dark sleep.

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Leafheart had always been a bit of a yolo cat, and with not enough sympathetic ears to listen to her rant about death in Cloudclan [since...they're all in the same boat] she had decided to pay a visit to a clan. Her grandmother's clan actually, since Treeclan cats were bound to be depressing to talk to right now, what with the recent loss. She was here for a conversation, nor a blubbering cryfest.

Appearing in all her star-spangled glory, Leafheart certainly looked a better sight than Moon the Loony had when she first appeared to the clans at the gathering. She had never wanted a part in the games, and so hadn't gone. The pale calico was walking in the dreams of a young warrior by the name of Littlefox, ironic since it had been a fox to kill her. Perhaps she'd automatically hold a grudge on the she-cat for that, perhaps not. She had yet to decide. Leafheart wasn't all flowers and starry skies like the other cats, she wasn't soft or peace loving. Hell naw, she came here for some fun.

"Wakey, wakey, clan cat." she purred.

[nO]

Littlefox's eyes flicked open, but she hadn't woken in IceClan's warrior den. She turned around wildly to find a starry-pelted pale tortoiseshell looking her down. Wh-what? Am I dreaming..? "Who are you?" she whispered, her blue eyes wide.

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Leafheart's smile broadened, a wicked glint seeping into her green gaze as she lowered down to the she-cat's level. Her paws sunk into grass and she shifted slightly as she sat.

"Why, I am your mother."

[nO]

Paws frozen in place, her eyes widened with shock. "T-that's impossible, my mother was a rogue murdered by a DeathClanner, she was no clan cat!" she breathed, pelt prickling with awe and somewhat fear. No way could this cat be her mother.

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Leafheart resisted the urge to laugh at the reaction she was stirring. Flicking her tail back and forth, she sent the feline a lazy smile, as if in contemplation. "Well technically, I was born a rogue, but both my parents were Iceclan cats." she drawled, eyebrow raising. Of course she didn't include that she later was taken to Treeclan and raised as a warrior there.

[nO]

Littlefox bared her teeth. She had been lied to far too much in her life to believe this snickering fool could be her mother. "My mother's parents were kittypets," she growled, proof this cat was just bluffing her. "Alright now, what do you actually want?"

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Leafheart mock pouted, teasing laughter in her voice. "Very well, you caught me," she admitted with a shrug and a giggle. Arranging her paws neatly, the dappled she-cat dipped her head in a refined manner of greeting. "My name is Leafheart, spirit of Cloudclan and all that. On that note," she paused, lifting a paw to aim a poke towards Tinyfox. "You're being visited by a spirit. Should you be awe-struck by my presence or something?"

[nO]

"Not sure, usually when a warrior is visited by a CloudClan spirit, it's about an omen. But youu.. look more like you just want to pull some pranks," she meowed with a yawn, letting her gaze soften.