Listening to a Dream [Dream Thread]

“Useless, all of them.” Sheepfur spoke of the bothersome RiverClan apprentices he had met on his way, their clumsy paws and squeaky voices aggravating the raven tom to no end. His grudge wasn’t held against the apprentices themselves, nor was it held against their clan. The problem he had with the fishy warriors was much deeper, much more private. It involved one cat alone. But the moment he forgave would be the moment that the Dark Forest seemed as undaunting as a newborn kitten. The anger he had collected over the seasons helped Sheepfur to quicken his pace to a sprint. Black fur buffeted around his burly body, making him appear several times larger than he truly was.

“Wonderful,” he spat, though no one but the singing of the swaying weeds answered.

Sheepfur’s meeting with the current WindClan medicine cat had been delayed, thanks to the slimy, slippery paws that had tugged at him moments ago, but still he continued towards his destination. When ebon paws finally settled on the crest of a familiar hill, they paused and extended claws that had never been used to pierce anything other than the crisp edges of a leaf or the hard shell of a tick. Better, he thought. Much better.

“Mousenose, how do you fair?”

The tom’s voice was a distant rumble akin to that of approaching thunder. The living tom would have materialized before him and had little to no time to adjust when Sheepfur’s voice drew his attention. The grave expression on his face already made it obvious that this would not be a lively meeting between two that had chosen to walk the same lonely path. It would be a starry, fallen ancestor delivering warnings to his distant successor. He grimaced, strong jaw tensing. Amber eyes held the promise of many moons of hardship to come, despite the fact that he was well aware that no cat could correctly pinpoint what it was that had StarClan so worried.

“Actually, forget that. We have much more important matters to discuss. StarClan is confused, Mousenose. We sense something sinister approaching, but it is shrouded in mystery and shadows.”

The long-dead tom was notoriously blunt, but this was ridiculous. He had bypassed all niceties and greetings and simply began speaking. It wouldn't be surprising if he was forced to repeat himself. After all, Mousenose had been given only a moment to take in his surroundings before a warning it was imperative he heed had been offered to him.

{{I'll edit this again later and fix all mistakes and make it look cool. I just felt the need to go ahead and post here. Sheep's bio will be posted soon. I'm so sorry I left you hanging for so long, Mouse :c}}