Sunbriar: Umm... I guess I'll post this?
Moonstorm: Get on with it. It's just a short test story, so we can see how to upload new chapters and stuff.
Peace.
Calm.
Serenity.
It's all he ever felt.
But something is wrong. The bubbles around him aren't moving in the same pattern as before.
A gap. It's leaking. He tries to haul himself back into his normal position, but to no avail. What is going on?
Light. It's blinding, even to his sealed eyes. But at the same time, he feels as if he has to go towards it, feel it, see if it's real.
Something is really wrong. This has never happened before. He's pushed towards the brightness by everything around him.
He's torn. He wants to go with the motion, but at the same time, part of him yearns to keep the peace in his little world.
It's as if he actually has a choice. He's pushed forward, despite weak struggles.
Light... light... light...
And out he is. A jaw rattling thud.
Everything feels... different. The water around him has stopped swirling after a pop, and something he's never felt before takes its place, something with chilling airy claws.
Cold. He's freezing. Then a rough, small thing faintly strokes his shivering body. It's absolutely fine with him, since he can't feel much at all.
Warm. The small thing must be swelling him up, while at the same time ruffling the fur formerly plastered to his side. It all feels imaginary, and he can't process it all in.
Up. He dangles up.
Down. He's dropped down.
Plop. He's laid on something much softer and heated than the previous.
Something good-smelling endeavors to waft up his nose. His body is seized by an instinct foreign to his mind, and he automatically nuzzles toward it.
He presses his nose into the elastic source of the smell, and sickles. As expected, the liquid tastes wonderful. He digs around for more as the softness around him flutters, shifts, and sinks. How strange.
Finally, his mind latches on to the question he's been thinking about during the whole esoteric time- Where is he? He doesn't have long to wait.
"Welcome, Thistlekit, to our new world."
Vibrations. Deep rumbling.
He immediately knows that this is his mother.
Sunbriar: How was it?
Moonstorm: We'll see...