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Post by kermie on Jan 3, 2023 21:54:02 GMT -5
Prologue: Doomclaw (1/2/23)
Doomclaw staggered to his feet. The night brought many terrors upon the unlucky, inexperienced clan, and sleep was no different. You could not go a night without the harsh environment spawning terror. However, what Doomclaw awoke to was wholly different. No, what Doomclaw saw were flowers, a field of undisturbed flowers, and felt a gentle breeze crawl along his gray, frayed fur. It was a thing not of reality. It was a dream. As Doomclaw realized exactly what was happening, the fantastic world melded to his skepticism. The flowers wilted and disappeared, sinking beneath the familiar sand. The sky turned dark, and the clouds quickly let loose a storm of thunder. It was strangely…comforting, the pitch black. A snake slithered by, and soon many a creature seemed to pass by him. No rain, or fire, so why could they be running? Suddenly, Doomclaw could see, his eyes having adjusted. His group was ahead, and everything seemed normal, so again he was confused. Seconds later, he was flung into the air, sand stinging his eyes. It was a sandstorm, and the last thing he saw before biting grains rendered him once again unable to see was a tan and black calico kit, perhaps new this moon, for how small it was, bleeding out from the stomach. It had been flung into the air, and blood dripping from a cactus told how the wound had come to be. He slammed into a large rock, blackness taking over his consciousness as he…faded…away.
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