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[Lightfall]

Being dead wasn't fun. There weren't many spirits that would talk to her, and she was so far away from everything. Her old life. Her family, friends. That's what hurt the most, even more than falling onto the mountain peak's jagged rocks—not being able to feel, to touch those she loved. Dream visits were short and far in between, and she disappeared as soon as they woke. 

The he one that occupied her mind the most, out of everyone, was Jayfoot. And, she realized, a visit was well overdue. So, she waited until he fell asleep before stepping into his dream, the terrain resembling something like TreeClan's territory. She sat still, Amber eyes hopeful as she waited for Jayfoot to appear.

(Jayfoot i'm sorry this is so bad i'm tired ;-

[Jayfoot]

Jayfoot found himself bone-tired, eyes unfocused, fur unkempt, steps wobbled—he needed to go to sleep. The calico wasn't even sure what had caused the deep exhaustion, but he supposed it was because he had been running around doing all kinds of patrols and chores on the side since the crack of dawn. He collapsed into his nest as soon as he stepped paw into it, and he sunk with a grateful sigh into its soft depths. It didn't even take a second before his amber eyes completely shut and he was spiraling into welcome darkness.

Jayfoot was a vivid dreamer. He could recall traces of dreams and nightmares and everything in between if anyone asked him. But he knew something was different in this one. He was out in TreeClan's forestry, wandering, looking for someone. The tricolor tom hummed to himself, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.

"Lightfall?" CloudClan she hadn't changed a bit since he had last seen her, moons ago in another dream. He assumed the dead never changed.

[Lightfall]

Lightfall tapped her paw impatiently on the ground—she wanted to see him. Needed to. It was almost as if she lived off the sight, the smell and the sound of him. She wanted to memorize everything about the tom who had stolen her heart: every marking, every imperfection, every detail of his face, every mispronunciation. But she didn't see him enough to do such things, and was limited to short visits as he slept. That, along with not being with her kits, was what she hated the most about being dead.

When he voice graced her ears, she was on her paws, racing towards him. She brushed against him, a purr rumbling in her chest. "It's me," she chuckled softly, breathing in his scent as she pressed her pelt against him. She pulled away after a few moments despite her willingness to stay there forever against him. He looked so different. Older, but not any less attractive than he ever had. She supposed she wasn't sure how much time had passed since she'd last seen him. It was always hard to tell in CloudClan. "I haven't seen you in too long. How are you?"

[Jayfoot]

It looked as though life in CloudClan had been good to the pale she-cat, if life was even the correct term for it. While he kept adding on moons to his life and saw differences in himself, Lightfall remained the breathtaking queen he had met moons ago. The same shining eyes, the feather-soft fur, that cheeky smile she wore around him. All over again, it was like Jayfoot had fallen in love.

He eagerly accepted her, winding around her in a sort of embrace. She pulled away, and he pouted almost childishly. "It's me." "I'd know you anywhere," he declared shyly. "It has been too long. You think I should sleep more then?" He smiled, though it held a tint of melancholy. Jayfoot hated how this was the only way they could possibly see each other. He wanted to be with Lightfall in every second of everyday. If they weren't separated by borders and loyalties, they were separated by life and death. "Better," he spoke truthfully, "now that I get to see you again."