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Post by Skywing on May 28, 2015 21:41:40 GMT -6
Creeksong
Dear diary, ok well mind ... whats a diary? No matter.. I was born a kit to Leopardfire and I grew up a flirt, right? Typical. I grew to be a senior warrior and a new queen was named. Littlepool, I fell for her. Right? We had kits, like twenty-eight or some off number. A lot of them are still alive and in Treeclan, some are loners, some are in other clans. Now both me and Littlepool are dead, one from giving birth, the other eaten after being murdered. Besides the point, i've been trapped here now for a week.. I think, and Ashfang told me I'm allowed to visit sleeping cats. So I've decided to visit my daughter Creeksong. She hates me.. but can't hurt me now that I'm dead.. right?
Skywing made his way down onto Treeclan soil, his paws touching the ground though he felt nothing. He stood there for a minute in the camp and his ears lay to his skull, the nursery kits snored, apprentices den apprentices gossiped, warriors slept, leader slept, and deputy slept. Everyone was asleep or gossiping. He shook his head and slid back into the warriors den, it all felt so natural, though he knew he was dead. He sighed and made his way over to his daughter his eldest. "Creeksong.." he whispered as he put her paw on her but it fell straight through her body. "Darkpool.. hate being a ghost." he cursed.
"Creeksong.. wake up." he mewled.
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Post by Creeksong on May 28, 2015 22:06:17 GMT -6
Night was a relatively enjoyable time. It was quiet; no one to disturb her as she slept. Usually, anyways. The appearance of an apparition of her father was something that wasn't too usual.
Hearing a whisper, Creeksong rolled over in her nest, back towards her father. Did she know it was him at that moment? No, she was more wondering why someone would decide to awake her when she didn't really know anyone within the warriors den. Reluctantly, though, she rolled back over, blinking the sleep out of her golden eyes before realizing what was in front of her.
"Father?" she questioned, a growl in the back of her throat. He had died, hadn't he? At least, that's what she believed. Maybe he was actually dead? Oh, crap. Maybe I'm dead too...
Standing ever-so-slowly, the young warrior faced the black tom with a cautionary glare. She wanted an explanation now. "Am I dreaming, or is this my physical body that I'm using right now?
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Post by Skywing on May 28, 2015 22:10:56 GMT -6
"Your dreaming, I promise. Your time is not for a long while." he said as he backed up. "Please don't growl at me, I mean you can't hurt me, cause I'm dead but stop growling. This is a dream yes, but your a sleep growler growl in your dreams you growl in real life and wake people. I know I slept in the same den as you." he mewled and then he sat down and looked her in her blue eyes.
"How I've missed you... all of you, tell me how is Pebblepaw and Ferntail?" he asked as he wrapped his tail around his paws the three scars she had given him on his shoulder gone and his eyes no longer light from being blind. He was back to his normal handsome self. "I've missed you all so.. so has your mother."
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