Dirt crunched below Robinheart's dream-self's paws as she slowly made her way up to Firestar's den. ''Why does he want to talk with me?'' Robinheart thought as she reached the massive entrence.
To Robinheart, she thought the Leader's den in Dream- Thunderclan was pretty, impressive compared to the tiny excuse of a Leader's den back in Windclan. For Starclan's sake, it could barely fit two cats inside of it!
However, Dream-Thunderclan's Leader's den was huge, and that was saying something. Scraggly, soaking wet off-green moss hung around the entrence of the den, leaving a dark, gaping hole as the entrence. The dark, cracked, ancient slate gave the Leader's den a vibe of significant importance, instead of a vibe of just being there for show.
As she narrowed her pupils into needle-thin slits, Robinheart could make out the silhouette of Firestar, sitting down in front of a cracked slate wall, not staring at anything, in particular. It seemed like he was depressed about something, something that nagged at Robinheart, making her want to wonder why he was looking this way.
Robinheart gulped, trying to prepare herself for whatever Firestar wanted to say to her. ''What if he's going to tell me that I'm going to die?! What if he tells me that Starlingstar will die, and I will have to lead Windclan as Robinstar?! For Starclan's sake, I'm not even the deputy yet!''
She then sighed. ''Robinheart, calm yourself! It's likely nothing important. It's your imagination taking control of the dream, that's why! That's why Firestar called you Obsidianpaw! That's why he wants to speak with you! It's your imagination! You'll wake up as soon as he opens his mouth!'' Robinheart bet.
''Firestar, I-I'm here,'' Robinheart's dream-self mumbled, fear bathing her voice. Why had her tone changed all, of a sudden? Wasn't her tone bright and playful before?
''Ah, Obsidianpaw, you came,'' Firestar meowed, his voice as smooth. ''I thought you might of went to train with Thornclaw instead,''
Robinheart's dream-self's heart started to flutter once again. ''Well, I was wrong,'' Robinheart thought bluntly.
Carefully, she padded into the majestic cavern. Once she had slowly made her way into it, Robinheart was frozen in amazement.
Sunlight lit up the dwelling, giving it a magnificent radiance. None of the fractured slate appeared on the interior of the den. Instead of the hard, gritty dirt lining the camp, soft, fine gravel was scattered along the Leader's den. In the center of the den lied a vibrant forest-green nest made, out of freshly-picked moss.
Feathers and down taken from the finest of birds lined the nest, making Robinheart hope that she could take control of her dream, and nestle right into it.
''Amazing, isn't it?'' Firestar asked. Robinheart nearly jumped out of her fur. She turned around to face Firestar, who was a mere kit-length away from her face. A playful smirk danced across his muzzle.
''Y-yeah, it sure is,'' her dream-self responded, it's voice shaking from the mere surprise. Firestar then scooched slightly closer to Robinheart's face, leaving her with the image of Firestar's gorgeous green eyes.
''You know, Obsidianpaw,'' Firestar started. ''I've been wanting to ask you this for quite some time.''
Robinheart's dream-self blinked. ''W-what is it that you'd wanted to ask me?'' it mumbled. It's gaze slightly lowered, before being lifted back up with a dainty stroke of Firestar's tail on her flank.
Then, Firestar leaned in closer, and lifted his muzzle slightly. ''I would like you to be my mate,'' he replied.
''Firestar, no!'' Robinheart's dream-self protested. ''You have a mate! Y-you can't make me- mmhp!''
Robinheart could feel Firestar press his muzzle up against hers. His rough, wet tongue licked the opening of her mouth, like he was trying to force it open. His sharp fangs grazed along the flesh surrounding her muzzle. Her dream-self's heart fluttered like a bird trying to escape a warrior's deadly bite.
During this time, Robinheart was staring in disgust. ''How. . . how is this even possible?! We can't even do this!''
Firestar then broke away. ''How about now?'' he smirked even more than before.
Robinheart's dream-self was in shock. It was like it couldn't believe what was happening. Robinheart couldn't believe it either, as she had never see that happen before in the moons she had served Windclan. She was staring to doubt that her dream-self would agree, or that it would run away, and the dream would be over.
But, that was until it responded, ''O-okay,''
''Oh, for Starclan's sake!'' Robinheart yowled. ''I want to be back in control so I can talk a little sense into this dream-Firestar! I want to tell him that-!''
It was then that Robinheart's dream self and Firestar started to like each other's mouth openings. Firestar and her dream-self laughed slightly and purred as they continued to shower each other in affection.
''Oh, Starclan, please make it stop!'' Robinheart pleaded for the second time. But, luckily for her, darkness slowly overcame Robinheart's vision, like water slowly flooding a camp. After a few seconds, darkness completely covered her vision, and the noises of affection Robinheart could hear was muted.
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And that, dear readers, is the second chapter of Dreams! Anyway, here's the question for this chapter:
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