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The nightmares wouldn't stop.
There was no escaping it. The nightmares— so influenced she was by the emotional ordeal she had been distributed— were vile, and tortuous with fear, drowning, and then... then pitch blackness. She was fighting, struggling against the darkness of it all, darkness that sought to drown her in its sickly depths, its teeth dripping with malice. For a moment, there was a hapless air. Silence. All was quiet except for the numb beating of her heart, and then her shallow breathing. Breathe in. Breath out. Inhale. Exhale...
Then ice cold terror would rush through her veins when she realized that the ground— this dark, indiscernible surface— was slipping away from her, giving way to a expense of blackness that would pinc
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The cascading stretches of nightfall and dotted stars churned into day. There were no trees for the Sun's vibrant glow to peak out of like that of Moonclan or Dawnclan, for those 'trees' were replaced by distant mountain ranges that could have seemed vasted on forever. Sundancer walked out of the warriors den, almost running into Rookfeather. "Oh, sorry," She looked down, the embarrassment making her pelt warm. Glancing back up, she frowned at the gray tom's expression. "What's wrong?" she asked, studying Rookfeather with her stern, piercing gaze.
Rookfeather looked up. Sundancer's sudden appearance had surprised the grey tabby tom--though his movements were fazed.
"Careful where you walk, Furball." He meowed, exchanging h