What's up guys, it's Higherne. Shadefur's secondary account.
Another dream shape.
Snow.
The worst thing ever, and we would be better off without it. Especially when you have to be in a cell for ever forever, nothing but sitting in the frostbitten grass with a thorn bush for shelter and a cell door. Escaping should be quick right? It would be easy if they weren't prickly about guard patrol on every single square inch of the damned to DarkForest's pit of lava buried under various sharp rocks place I lay in. The cell didn't allow me to stretch in any direction without feeling my pawpads pricked and blood would to follow, and I grinded my paws to the grassy floor until the warm fluid soaked the snow and melted it. It would also act as a blood sitter so I didn't bleed out.
Only when I stop trying to escape the thornbush, I would start to panic like the wounded kit I am. I would feel the thorny walls close in and the snow would turn into a full blown blizzard, the biting cold would cling into my fluffy fur and slice through my heat barrier like a lightning icicles into my veins. The soreness of my aching bones would join the biting cold as I would cough violently because of the space. I would feel homesick and try to escape but it would turn over into a hail the size of my sisters pawpads. I would laugh as I remember my two easily excited sisters, and dragging me to get scolded by the grouchy elders once more.
I then snapped back to reality and the Thornbush hadn't moved at all, I realized that I was hallucinating because of the biting cold was getting to my head. I silently swore at myself for falling into my thoughts once more, but every time I went back into my thoughts the air around me becomes warmer and the thornbush moves away. I opened my blue eyes and sighed in relief as the air became from leaf-bare to the luscious forest of new-leaf. The snow kept falling and clinged onto my fur, but I didn't feel it. Or cared more like it. I sniggered and felt bile come up, I opened my jaws and let out the stinging fluid out. I shook my head and the biting cold slammed into me hard. I heard whispering from the Need; teasing me to a full blown taunt. I wheezed in frustration.
I flung myself at the thorn walls and fought for it. The pricks tore at my fur and raked my flesh but my willpower is sharper than these overrated claw s that stung worse than a wasp. I bit and tore through the branches hastily because claustrophobia was settling in, the natural claws dug deeper into my skin. I felt some sort of warmth cover my body, I felt my teeth tighten and my eyes flared wide open. My eyes dilated into slits; I unsheathed my claws, although they were out anyway now in attack mode. The Dark Passenger got his wish now, I am now sitting in the back seat as I felt my movements became more rapid and and precise slashes.
I finally broke free, but I felt taller and stronger. My neck felt like something was tied to it. I look down and noticed my paws were covered with a black booties, enough room for my claws to spring out at a moments notice. At my neck was a bandanna, grey but just lighter than my coat. My mouth was covered by a cloth or some sort, kept the breathing short and delicate. I looked to my left and notice there was no more clearing, escape a cave, a tied down cat with moss, and me. I smiled and made my way towards the stranger. But gasped when it was the body of my mother.
I frowned momentarily, but Ashfur's code was first before anything else. Even family, her apparent sins listed on the walls close by. She was starting to stir, but was slowly starting to panic. I have done this before in my dreams l, so why can't I do it now? In this lucid dream? I felt myself hesitant, I heard her whimpers and I felt myself break. The Dark Passenger shut his mouth for a second before whispering shrilly into my head, I clawed at my brain for him to stop. I know I'm going to remember every moment of this, it's never getting out now. I looked back at my mother and I felt what's left of frozen heart crumble.
What has she done?
I looked at the wall, looking for the most deadly sin of Ashfur's Code. I felt my ears ring when I found it. I looked back at my mother who stared right at me, I sighed heavily.
"I can give you more Poppy Seditious Mixture if you want..." I meowed, sounding more sincere than intended.
"N... Shadekit? What in..." She began. But I slammed my paw into her throat in a quick motion. Crushing her esophagus. She died instantly, but it felt like hours what had been a few agonizingly long minutes.
"Nevermind, it would be a waste..."
I snapped my eyes open, it was early morning, the dark blue of early sun gave a gloom look to the clan. Or that was in my own opinion, I still had two pelts snuggling towards me and my alive mother. I flicked my tail over my two sisters and looked at Mother's pelt and closed my eyes once more. I gave a sigh that could wake up both of my sisters and have them cuff me around my ears, at the same time and roll over. I twitched my whiskers in amusement when they just snorted irritatedly and went back to sleep, pressing closer to mother and me. I turned back to the realm of sleep.
Leave me to sleep peacefully for once.
"Whitewing..." I murmured, snuggling closer into my mother's side. "I hope to Starclan you will never fit his code..."