Post by Waspwing on Aug 11, 2014 19:56:03 GMT -6
(Open. Preferably to Treeclan spirits eue)
Waspwing blinked open his eyes again. This was not the side of the thunderpath. This was not the elders' den in Treeclan. It was, however, a clearing in a forest. At least that felt familiar. But he knew where he was, sort of. He got to his paws -- wait, he got to his paws. The pale tabby glanced down at his left leg. Unscarred. Untwisted. It was as good as new. He smiled and shook his head. 'This place really does bring you what you want the most..' He thought happily as he looked around.
But then it hit him. He was dead. Dead. As in, not alive. Not breathing. Well, he was, but not alive-breathing. He was gone. No more Treeclan, no more patients, no more Koisplash or Beechstar or Harrowingpride. They were all gone from him now. He had Littlepool again, at least. But where was she? He was alone. In Cloudclan. In an unfamiliar clearing. Was this actually the Dark Pool? No, no, not possible. He had been grouchy, not evil.
So where the hell were the other cats?
Waspwing blinked open his eyes again. This was not the side of the thunderpath. This was not the elders' den in Treeclan. It was, however, a clearing in a forest. At least that felt familiar. But he knew where he was, sort of. He got to his paws -- wait, he got to his paws. The pale tabby glanced down at his left leg. Unscarred. Untwisted. It was as good as new. He smiled and shook his head. 'This place really does bring you what you want the most..' He thought happily as he looked around.
But then it hit him. He was dead. Dead. As in, not alive. Not breathing. Well, he was, but not alive-breathing. He was gone. No more Treeclan, no more patients, no more Koisplash or Beechstar or Harrowingpride. They were all gone from him now. He had Littlepool again, at least. But where was she? He was alone. In Cloudclan. In an unfamiliar clearing. Was this actually the Dark Pool? No, no, not possible. He had been grouchy, not evil.
So where the hell were the other cats?
