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[Crimsonsky]

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"SO I HEAR YA DON'T BELIEVE IN G-" Crimson stopped and looked around, confused at where he had ended up. He had gone to haunt the dreams of some unsuspecting IceClan cat; he wasn't sure who it would be, but it wasn't supposed to be like this. What horrible place was this? It seemed to be a place that no spirit should ever go... This was out of his domain. The scene in front of him was featureless; he looked around, everywhere, all he could see was darkness. The scent of death filled the air. It was a horrible smell, and reminded him of the "games" he had been forced to enter. It reminded him of when he had been eaten. He sensed hate all around him. Pure, unbridled hate, as if this place wished him dead. He decided to leave, except, for some reason, he couldn't quite figure out how. It was like he couldn't remember how. That was odd.

He decided to look around, when he saw it. The figure of a cat in the distance. He began to approach the cat, when he picked up on the scent. He hadn't been in IceClan for nearly a year now, but he remembered it. "You've got to be kidding me..." He growled under his breath. Mossfeather. He didn't want this confrontation. It was in a dream, yes, but he obviously had no power here- maybe it was because she hated him so much? Well, regardless, it seemed the only way to get out of here was to wake her up.

He began to approach her, cautiously. He thought over what he should do. She hadn't seemed to notice him yet, so if he was going to wake her up without a confrontation he would need to do it now. He doubted she liked this dream, anyway. Or maybe she saw something different than he did? Who cares. He wanted out. He crept behind her, then suddenly lept at her, screeching, with his claws extended.

[Mossfeather]

It was dark. Within her own dreams, she didn't even remember what it was that she was dreaming of, probably due to the fact she rarely remembered her dreams to begin with. It was like a joke; some dreamed when they were barley sleeping and others dreamed only when they had been worked near to death. And since she rarely worked too hard anymore, she hardly dreamed.

Suddenly, though, she found herself awoken, a strange cat on top of her. Without thinking, she twisted herself around and kicked up with her legs, trying to kick at its belly while she tried to squirm her way out. Only then did the scent hit her nose. She backed away, hackles raised. It can't be... it can't possibly be him!

"You're dead! How are you here?" Mossfeather hissed harshly, teeth bared. But then she realized something. She had absolutely no idea where she was. All she could see was a strange gray all around her, stone beneath her feet. It was nowhere she recognized. "Where am I?" she demanded.

[Crimsonsky]

Crimson went flying off of Mossfeather, then landed on his feet a few feet away from her. He quickly regained his composure, shaking off the pain as if it didn't effect him. But it did. For whatever reason, he seemed to be mortal in this place. Which was not a very good place to be mortal in, considering the person who hated him the most was standing just in front of him, and his only escape was for her to wake up.

"Yes, I am dead." He said, calmly. "I was eaten by dogs? Did you know that, Mossfeather?" He looked around the place they were in once again. No exit in sight. He noticed his tail was waggling subconsciously, and he commanded it to stop. "Where are we? Your dream, duh. I messed up. See, I enjoy haunting people sometimes. Okay, more than 'sometimes', I guess. Nothing malicious, though."

"I am, for a fact, in CloudClan. But this is how I have fun." He turned his head down, scraping at the cold stones beneath his feet. "The One Who Seeks Anarchy has allowed me to do this much... however, I can not speak their name..." He muttered, not caring if Mossfeather heard him or not. He took a few paces back, nervous that she might attack him. She looked... startled. He couldn't say he blamed her. Here he was; he had dragged her into this pseudo-dream and was speaking what she probably thought to be nonsense. He turned back to face her.

"Look, I really, really do not want to be here. I kind of hate you a little, and I think you feel the same way about me," He began. "So do us both a favor and wake up. I can't leave for some reason. I don't know why... I've never seen a place like this. I need you to wake up, okay?"

[Mossfeather]

Mossfeather blinked in shock when he said how he was killed, and she found herself in two places; wanting to snicker and wanting to vomit. Neither sounded like the best option, so she stayed still, tail flicking in anxiety. What he said next aggravated her immensely. "Is CloudClan so boring that you have to mess with those who are still living?" She narrowed her gaze, then sighed. "You haven't changed. Always causing some sort of trouble."

She didn't exactly hear what he said next, and she didn't exactly care either. She took a step forward, scoffing. "You kind of hate me? I think I have way more reason to kind of hate you, you egotistical rat," she hissed, taking another step forward. Why was this happening? Just yesterday she was telling Tanglepelt that she was content with his death in the so-called games. Did she jinx it?

"Wake up?" she growled, advancing on him yet again. "Wake up? I can't exactly just wake up though, can I? No, I already tried when you said you were dead. I knew it had to be a dream," she said, turning away from the tom for a moment. She unsheathed her claws, narrowing her eyes. "I never did get to cut open your flesh... for all the pain you caused..." She turned around, green eyes glowing with hatred.

[Crimsonsky]

He took two more steps back as she approached him. "I don't want to fight you," He hissed. "I just want to leave." His claws slid out as she insulted him; "no," he told himself. "Do not fight her." But the urge to shut her up was beginning to overwhelm him. He unsheathed his claws once again, standing his ground this time.

"I would not advise you to attack me. I am a god, Mossfeather. Attacking me will unleash all of CloudClan's wrath upon you. Didn't you see what I did to TreeClan? That was all me," He said, smirking. "I could snap your neck before you even knew what hit you." It was a bluff, of course; he was powerless here. But hopefully Mossfeather's fear of the spirits would keep her from attacking.

"I could kill you a hundred different ways," He said, his voice faltering slightly. He could see the look in this cat's eyes. So much hate. He had seen it only once before. Crimson was nervous.

Regardless, that wasn't very spirit-like of him to say. It was empty words, anyway. He had no desire to kill her- even if he could. Could cats die if in a dream like this? He didn't know, and he hoped he wasn't about to find out.

He never did fit in with the others. He was more than them. He was Crimson, and he was no pawn. He chose his own path. He wouldn't stand for this just because he was a 'good' spirit. He decided he was going to defend himself- and then find out how to wake Mossfeather up.

[Mossfeather]

Mossfeather looked at him, a dumbfounded expression on her face. Slowly, it turned into a grin. She began to chuckle, until finally, it was a full out laugh. Not like one of those creepy laughs you hear when the villain gets caught, but rather a laugh of total amusement. Even with her fear of the spirits, she knew a thing or two about them. After all, she wasn't a total idiot.

"You? With the power of CloudClan at your paws? You're hilarious," she said when she had finally calmed down. All the words he was spitting was nonsense, and he knew that she knew. He had to. If he actually thought she could fall for this trick, he was even more of an idiot than she had originally thought. Especially when he said TreeClan. As far as she knew, nothing had happened in that clan recently.

She took a step forward, only a half of a tail length away from the oddly-coloured cat. "You couldn't beat me in real life, so there's a chance you can't beat me now. You're just a loser!" With that, she rushed towards the younger tom, claws outstretched as she aimed to slice him across the face. Did spirits contain blood? She'd know soon.