Not again...(Open~)

[Nighthawk]

She was running. Nighthawk hunted after the strange grey and silver tabby striped female, her sleek figure blurred by speed. Through endless patches of the prairie he hunted after her but could never catch up to the mysterious she-cat. Her scent smelled of prairie grasses and summer heat, only to be drifted to his nose by the sweet sensation of a cooling breeze that ruffled through the tom's fur. Soon everything darkened. Not from night but from shade, it was the first time in his dreams the she-cat had taken this path. Nighthawk followed her rich prairie scent, only to be led further into the trees.

They seemed daunting, tall and full as they blocked out the summer sun. The more he progressed into the strange forest the more it seemed to change around him. There were less leaves, the ground was cooler now, and soon the sweet cool breeze around him seemed cold and chilling. Less inviting. Before he knew what happened a drip of water fell onto the tabby tom's nose. Taking another step forward he was surprised to see his paw sink into the snowy bank. He jumped, frizzing up his fur as he hissed at the sudden blanket of frozen moss.

Soon a purr reached the tom's ears it was close but the source was right in front of him. A she cat sat perched on a grey stone half covered in snow. She looked so cold, Nighthawk wanted nothing more than to go over and cuddle next to her, to share the warmth that was slowly leaving his paws. The she-cat was the silver grey tabby he had seen before, now she faced him. He was the hunter that had finally caught his prey, a prey that he no longer desired to catch. Her eyes opened half way at first, revealing gorgeous sapphire eyes that shown brighter than the moon. As they opened more and more it was all he could focus on, before his own vision turned to black.

Nighthawk awoke with a start, the tom no longer had a soft moss bed. Instead it was thrown everywhere, bits and pieces in all areas of the den, he had even disturbed some of the other moss beds. Looking around the ginger tom saw that there was no one around here at the moment. Perhaps he could still clean this up in time. It was the third time this moon it had happened. Nighthawk's dreams had gotten the better of his entire body, and he had thrashed around and torn things up in his sleep. He wondered vaguely whether or not to see the medicine cat about these dreams. It would be best not to disturb the busy cat with Nighthawk's fantasies... after all as long as he was lucky enough to be sleeping in the warrior's den alone then no cat would be too disturbed right?

[Treasurehunt]

Treasurehunt walked around camp in the night. She didn't want to be in a stuffy crowded den tonight. Each night the den was fine. Usually she would sleep right away, sometimes talking to others and listening.. but their talking bored her. It even now amuses her. This time she was tired and almost stumbling. Her eyes were becoming unfocused. Laying on the cool ground with the stars and moon above her was nice. She wanted to hunt but hunting at night would be a huge disadvantage for her. A few minutes past than some more. Unexpectedly tonight got chillier as time passed. Treasurehunt yawned and headed back to the den.. It was too quiet now. One paw in front of the other, her head was inside. Took seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dark and what she saw surprised her. The den of cats and nice bedding was always in use but it looked like a scrap went on. Lowering her ears she got into a crouch. What she seen, she knew it was no good. One and two steps she leaped onto her target. Her claws not latched in. Treasurehunt seen a frazzled tom instead.

"This whole den is a mess. Why'd you do this?" Her voice was soft. She didn't seem mad, more concerned as she looked into the toms eyes.

[Nighthawk]

Nighthawk froze startled as familiar she-cat had leaped at him. He spun around quickly and met her eyes. He shook his head in order to get the horrified surprised expression off his face. The tone of her voice didn't appear mad or stern as he had expected, however it did seem to be a little bit... concerned? He tilted his head nervously to the side and looked embarrassed at the mess around him. Yet he still wasn't calm enough to know who he was talking to, therefore the tom's breathing became more and more even as he waited before giving her an answer. "W-Well... it um... It's hard to explain exactly... you see." He paused uncertain for a moment, unsure of how she react to what he would soon tell her. The ginger tabby tom took a long breath before continuing on with his story. "I've been having these... nightmares recently, and well this is the third time I've done this while I was asleep..."

Nighthawk looked up at the she-cat and soon recognized her, it was Treasurehunt. So maybe she wouldn't be too displeased with him, after all he was currently planning to re-organize the den

[Treasurehunt]

Treasure was still had him pinned but it wasn't a real one. Heck, it's seemed ages since she did that. Looks like she had to go back to her running execises. Get her muscles working again. Her ears perked waiting for an answer. She was fully awake now. This cat; she seen him more than once. Perhaps spoke to him often too. Her memory was foggy. Treasurehunt saw his eyes were pure yellow and a nice shade on this tom. She would honestly say 'You have beautiful eyes.' And it was true. He was a good looking tom. Treasurehunt was patient as she waiting for him to answer. Not very rare you see this she-cat violent or angry but when she has too- she must. And he was a clanmate. A very charming one. Under her paws, his fur was soft and messy. Guess his dream spooked him and with Treasurehunt surprising him. It worsened his situation. "Nightmares?" She spoke quietly.
She had those just recently. And younger too. Her apprentice past had sad events and it bothers her now in her own dreams. Nighthawk must of felt embarrassed. Treasurehunt understood why.

"Usually it can come if your worrying about something.. And something you think you did wrong. It's just my theories is all. I can be wrong." Treasurehunt replied and got off him. She looked around the den than back to Nighthawk. "This one, from the looks of it sure terrorized you, didn't it?"

[Nighthawk]

Nighthawk shook his head silently. No it wasn't nightmares that plagued his thoughts that night, it was dreams. Sweet dreams of the mysterious she-cat he longed to follow out of the plains and into a snowy forest. But wait, wasn't it disloyal to his clan to think such things. Then again... why would it be? His dreams were his and his alone, he no more control over them than Darkstar herself had over them. He shook his head again at the she-cat's suggestion. No it wasn't that he was worried, although he had to admit he was a little worried in his dreams about the freezing she-cat. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong either, the ginger tom had tried hard all of his life to please his clan, maybe one day he would succeed in it... maybe. Nighthawk threw unpleasant thoughts away and tried to focus. He didn't feel at all terrorized by the dreams perhaps it was something else that had been causing him to act them out?

"Actually. Not at all. It appears that it was perhaps the amount of activity I was doing inside the dream..." He admitted looked away from the she-cat. In his dream he had been running, for a very long time he ran and ran until he couldn't run any more.

[Treasurehunt]

"Yikes. If that's the case, looks this den became a battle cage. From you of course. It's all right though." Treasurehunt looked at him, circling around for a moment. "Whatever you did running you say, you didn't get yourself hurt which is good." She let her paw touch the sticking up fur to see if it would be flattened. Nope. "You just look like a porcupine is all." A purr came that lasted only seven seconds.
"Was it a nightmare?" Treasurehunt asked. Oh snap was he still pinned? She got off him.
Gah! Look at this- Treasurehunt was talking away. Probably not even giving him time to answer. The she-cat moved away and swiped some moss with her paw to fix the mess.
"I'll help you with this."

What's his name? What's his name? She wondered but didn't want to ask at all. She said way too much all already.

[Nighthawk]

It seemed that each time he had opened up his mouth to speak the she-cat just asked another question as she had him pinned. Okay. How many questions has she asked and when will I get a chance to answer any of them? Nighthawk let out an inner shrug. As soon as the she-cat stepped away to help with his moss mess he had made, he walked towards her and let out a purr.

"Well first off, I do?" He asked as he looked at his stuck up back and tail. She was right he did look like a porcupine. A ginger porcupine, who'd have thought you ever see one of those. "Second, no I don't think it would count as a nightmare" The ginger tom laughed a bit at the idea of a nightmare, he hadn't had one in ages, actually about several moons.

So familiar... I wonder what her name is. Suddenly the answer smacked him in the face like lightning. Treasurehunt! he thought inside his head, purring a bit knowing he had hit the jack pot. "Long time no see, Treasurehunt... by the way I'm curious as to why you're here at the moment... there's not normally any cats around this time." He inquired.

[Treasurehunt]

The scattered moss on the ground, there were many.. This tom was as messy as a kit. But he had a reason why. Treasurehunt is can be sensitive to others. In Nighthawk's case, he had a dream which was bothering him for awhile. She wished he didn't have those. She looked at him once more than chuckled trying not too,"You want an honest answer, don't you? Even with your fur a mess, you look like one of those cute lil kits."
The she-cat answered and putting more moss in the nests. She shivered at the look of the moss. Ew. Why do they sleep on moss when they wake up to it all over their fur? It's just.. strange. Treasurehunt stopped sleeping in a nest awhile ago. NIghthawk sort of surprised her when he padded to her. He was purring too. Her name was mentioned and she purred as well,"Yes, It's me. Treasurehunt." Listening to his last sentence, she replied "No? You said earlier you been having these nightmares and this is the third time you had it. You said you were running.. were you being chased?" She stopped and glanced at him again.

She looked down and shook off moss that was on her paw,"Sorry for asking these questions." Treasurehunt now felt embarrassed.

[Nighthawk]

Nighthawk looked down, flushed and embarrassed. "Yeah I suppose you're right... He said chuckling nervously as he set to work collecting the moss-scraps. He looked up as the she-cat asked if he was being chased, he wasn't exactly being chased instead he was the one chasing. Or he could've been being chased and not realized it? No he thought he would know if something was chasing him.

"We've met before. I wasn't exactly being chased but I was chasing someone- err I mean something!" he said putting his head down. He didn't want the she-cat the ask who he was chasing. Nighthawk didn't know the cat's name.... he didn't even know why he was chasing her, one day perhaps maybe. Just maybe he'd be able to find out. However, for now he wouldn't worry too much about it.

"Oh it's not wrong to ask questions... I was just well it's good to have someone to talk to." he said smiling at her.