[I]n The Waking [W]orld(Free to join)

[daretodream]

[glow=gold,5,300]Twilighteyes rested on a particualy thick branch. Her bright amber eyes stayed closed as she slept. Her ribs could be seen beneath her figure hugging fur. Every now and then, she twitched, a sign she was walking somewhere else in her sleep.
Her long tail draped over the branch, and the weak sunhigh sun did not provide much warmth. Twilighteyes had insisted on giving up her share of food to the queens, which left her alredy skinny frame even more gaunt.
She gave a small but luxiorious stretch as she precautiosly balanced on the branch. Her eyes were still that amazing shade of amber, but were dull with lack of food.
Somewhere, a bird chirped. Twilighteyes sprung upwards, snatching the unsuspecting bird in her paws. Suprise had always been her greatest tool. Eating her first meal in days, colour began to return to her eyes. A vole later, she seemed much more full of energy. She lay lazily on he branch, surveying the cold territory.

Her mind drifted back to her dream. She was chasing butterflies in a meadow of bright green grass, the sun warm on her pelt. Part of her knew she had never done that, part of her didn't want to wake from the dream. But she had to, eventually.[/glow]

[Squid]

Not far from that very tree, Blazefoot, a flame colored she-cat of IceClan, roamed IceClan territory in search of at least one plump mouse or vole. When Blazefoot's senses picked up another cat's scent, she began scanning the tree. Moments later, she spotted Twilighteyes and. bunching up her muscles, leaped onto the same branch. "Twilighteyes?" Blazefoot mewed, struggling to haul herself onto the branch.

[daretodream]

Twilighteyes let out a throaty purr, she enjoyed company. "Greetings Blazefoot. I see your hunting efforts were futile. The mice are hiding. Birds are easier to catch, but most are just feathers." She mewed, her stomach rumbling feebly from the mention of food. The vole and sparrow she had caugt earlier obviously didnt sastisfy it. "I hope we have more prey soon. The queens need feeding." Twilighteyes mewed, obviously unconcerned about herself.

[Fallentear ||]

Beneath the two she-cats, a lithe obsidian form slithered along, completely oblivious to her clanmates. Or so it appeared. This feline was very good at acting; and at lying with every fiber of her being. The long, slender body moved gracefully, twisting in s-shapes as it scented for prey in a periodical fashion. The dark cat looked like a black cobra, only with wet, spiky fur sticking out in every which direction. Haunting silvery optics pierced the frigid air as she looked up from the ground, opening her jaws to release a foggy puff of breath and reveal long, sharp razors. She had come out to see if anything had broken out of their burrows, or if the snow had thawed at all, but apparently it hadn't. With a soft grunt of frustration at the lack of scents, she slid with absolutely no sound into a patch of dry manzanita bushes.

After many moments of silence from these bushes, a low yowl and scuffling were heard, and then minutes later, the coal-pelted she-cat stepped from the concealment with two ptarmigans impaled neatly on her impish fangs. The feat was near impossible. Where had she gotten them from? There had been no scents. Their plumage was gorgeous; white with a few creamy brown splotches on their chests that hadn't quite faded away from summer. But this cat couldn't really care less about the beauty of the life she'd taken. Her only priority was to watch out for her clan. And to watch out for herself, more importantly. Ghostly gray eyes raised towards the boughs overhead, and Silvertongue stared balefully at the two she-cats perched there like little squirrels. She dropped her catch at her paws, and looked unsmilingly up at them. "Hungry?" Silvertongue drawled in her melodic, and enticing tone.

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