Qibli's POV
Qibli walked through the long grass, watching the sunset.
Well I guess I'd better find somewhere to sleep. He walked near a large tree with long strong gnarly branches branches stretching far across the sky. Qibli jumped up on the tree and clawed his way up to one of the long branches. Qibli watched the sunset once more, watching the sky fade into darkness. He closed his eyes, curling up on one of the sturdy branches. He still tried sleeping knowing he would be unable to, as his mind rushed with thoughts only circling around Moon. If only we didn't have to leave Pyrriha, then Moon and I could have gone to the lost continent. Is that selfish of me?
Later that night… Qibli had a dream. "Qibli, find Windclan." Whispered a soft voice, soft like a library on rainy day. Kind and safe. A library, Moon likes those. It reminded him of Moon.
He was tired, but he still opened his knowing if there was a chance he could see Moon again. Yet he was still curious. He was in a clearing, a black cat with white speckles smiled at him. It was Moon. He'd known it was her. It didn't even take time for his mind to register her. He would spot her in any of the largest crowd to see her.
She was a long distance away in a pine forest. He tried to yell her name, but no words came out of his jaws. He ran to her, still yelling her name with a big smile on his face. It was Moon! It was really her! The trees and grass around him kept getting longer the nearer he came to her. Now he couldn't see in front of him, all he could see was the grass in front of him. The grass towered over him, yet he still kept running until he couldn't lungs began to ache in his chest. He stopped to catch his breath. He yelled her name again. In a split second the grass was normal again and Moon was walking deeper into the forest the darkness engulfing her. He once again tried to chase, but his legs would not move it was almost like he had lost control over his body. He tried to shout her name, nothing except a sharp scream of deep terror came out of his mouth. He wasn't even doing this on purpose, it just happened. He woke up with his mouth open and his eyes wide. He blinked and looked around, shaking with confusion and fear. He fell off the tree branch he was sleeping on. Must have been because of my nightmare. He could usually sleep in trees without falling out. This dream was not like his usual night terrors. Most of them were about Moon dying in front of him and him unable to help her in any way shape or form. Could you even call that a nightmare? It was a nightmare in his mind. Moon walking away from him, possibly never seeing her ever again. He missed her more than he could even put into words. There was one thing not horribly saddening about the dream.
The message. He looked at the moors ahead of him. The grass so long, gliding in the dawn breeze. Windclan. What is Windclan and how am I supposed to find it? Then there was a gust of wind so swift and strong, Qibli felt like it could topple him over.
Qibli, follow your heart. He heard something like faint whispers in the breeze. He listened harder, but nothing happened. Was it his imagination? Then he heard it again. Too soft for him to understand, but he still knew it was there. Almost like a type of presence. He looked at the sunrise. Streaked with colors. Reds, oranges, yellows. It truly was beautiful. Moon would have liked it. He could imagine her here next to him. Smiling her sweet smile.