--* You Found [ME]

[vixenn]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/295suh0.jpg] Vixenpaw, as graceful as she was twitched in her sleep. Her dreams haunted her, just like a plague would. The moonlight shone on her pretty cream and white pelt, as she simply lay there. No one knew her dreams as well as she did. Her pale green eyes were wide open now though, because she knew there was no way any dream was going to keep her asleep. Her mentor dieing, was indeed most painful for the older apprentice. She had aged now, and it indeed was moons ago, but she didn't care. It was like a rush of sorrow every night. She dreamed about numerous things, as any cat would, but mostly hers were of her mentors death. It was a typical night, that she knew. She couldn't quite fall back alseep yet, but she kept trying. Finally the she-cat slipped off into a world of nothingness. She actually thought she had overcome the nightmares, and could finally get a nights worth of sleep. She could have jumped with joy at the thought. but just then she felt herself fall into a clump of grass and reeds. It happened again, and she was back in the haunting memory of her darker past. She jumped to her paws, and ran over to the river like she had done many times before. She saw her mentor, Kestrelfall, and his beautiful brown pelt. Before she knew it, she yowled, "No, Kestrelfall don't do it!", but it was too late. She witnessed the scene again, and she stood there. A single teardrop fell down her cheek, and she felt utterly useless. She woke from her dream with a start. It was sunrise now, and she had been asleep longer than she thought. She was very confused, and she knew very well she had just been dreaming. All she could do was lay there dumbfounded for a while. She wondered how long it would be before it would all disappear. It was like she was being punished for letting him die, but it wasn't her fault. She just sighed and shrugged it off, quickly getting to her paws and stretching her limbs. As she carefully stepped out into the day she looked around. If someone was actually awake she wanted to converse. She didn't see anyone, so quickly she padded off to the fresh-kill pile, and sat down. She hoped someone would notice her, and come to greet her. She was friendly and most cats around camp knew her quite well. As she dug for a fresh fish, she turned around recognizing a familiar face, as she meowed, "Good morning. How are you faring today?" She didn't exactly know if she would get a response, but she tried. "Speech"'Thought' Word Count; 578 Notes; <3 Marionettes; Anyone. Muse; Working on it.