11-01-2017, 02:21 AM
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"you had that expression on your face." the first tom with fur the color of rich earth smiled. "what expression?" the second tom, a siamese, retorted defensively, narrowing his eyes. "you know, dan. the one you get when you're enjoying yourself but don't want anyone else to know." the brown tabby's head tilted and danny swore his heartbeat sped up. only he could make that nickname sound so sweet.
"i have no idea what you're talking about." danny looked away into the distance, taking his eyes off the brown tabby.
"of course you do, danny." the malevolent tone caught his attention and suddenly, he was shrouded in darkness and pain. screams tore through him and he was thrashing, trying to get away. claws tore into him and a sickly sweet voice filled his ears. "who's fault was this?"
the words rolled in his head. "who's fault was this? who's fault was this?"
danny had been twitching within his sleep, murmuring unintelligible words. "my fault...stop...stop..." his bedding had been moved a distance away from the others but even the sleeping warriors could hear the siamese's rustling.
only a moment later, the warrior would start violently thrashing, his legs moving even though he wasn't running, his claws moving through empty air. his muzzle parted in silent screams and his thrashing intensified until the ruckus woke warriors.
"danny! wake up!"
the words shocked the tom into consciousness. he would start and lurch to his paws, nausea rocking through him.
"is he okay? what's wrong with him?" came worried whispers and hushed tones. "i'm fine!" he savagely spat at the few warriors that had woken. "i'm fine." he repeated, moving away from his nest as though that would distance himself from his dreams.
and he had been doing so well, he thought. but the nightmares would never leave him. he would always be tortured by him. "go back to sleep. i'm fine." how many times had he said that now? he'd say it a dozen more to make it true. i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine.
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"you had that expression on your face." the first tom with fur the color of rich earth smiled. "what expression?" the second tom, a siamese, retorted defensively, narrowing his eyes. "you know, dan. the one you get when you're enjoying yourself but don't want anyone else to know." the brown tabby's head tilted and danny swore his heartbeat sped up. only he could make that nickname sound so sweet.
"i have no idea what you're talking about." danny looked away into the distance, taking his eyes off the brown tabby.
"of course you do, danny." the malevolent tone caught his attention and suddenly, he was shrouded in darkness and pain. screams tore through him and he was thrashing, trying to get away. claws tore into him and a sickly sweet voice filled his ears. "who's fault was this?"
the words rolled in his head. "who's fault was this? who's fault was this?"
danny had been twitching within his sleep, murmuring unintelligible words. "my fault...stop...stop..." his bedding had been moved a distance away from the others but even the sleeping warriors could hear the siamese's rustling.
only a moment later, the warrior would start violently thrashing, his legs moving even though he wasn't running, his claws moving through empty air. his muzzle parted in silent screams and his thrashing intensified until the ruckus woke warriors.
"danny! wake up!"
the words shocked the tom into consciousness. he would start and lurch to his paws, nausea rocking through him.
"is he okay? what's wrong with him?" came worried whispers and hushed tones. "i'm fine!" he savagely spat at the few warriors that had woken. "i'm fine." he repeated, moving away from his nest as though that would distance himself from his dreams.
and he had been doing so well, he thought. but the nightmares would never leave him. he would always be tortured by him. "go back to sleep. i'm fine." how many times had he said that now? he'd say it a dozen more to make it true. i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine.
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