Post by Timur on Oct 28, 2016 17:15:13 GMT
Nightmares. (Kid) Dean still had them. And they had only gotten worse when he left the mental place. They had been so kind there, so helpful and caring. He had been ripped away from there into an unfamiliar world yet again. The bunker. He had been told that the blonde that hung out with the very big guy and did the thing with their lips was Mama Fawn, and that the one his age was Birch, and the redhead with crutches was Mama Lark, but he hadn't ever accepted it. They were all dead, it wasn't possible for them to be alive. Well Fwn was technically dead but she had came back as Fadedspirit, male, and didn't remember him. That was what had hurt most of all.
He had had more time to come to terms with the fact that he had a family here. People who still cared about him. That remembered him. That knew who he was. That were alive. That wanted him to be happy. It took a while for him to come to accept this fact, but one thing that happened that "special" night would allow him to fully accept this fact.
A nightmare.
He was back in the forest, back in StormClan. It was before he had ever become hurt by anything, still an innocent kit just exploring in the woods contained by the StormClan territory. The fox came and he was saved by mama Fawn like usual. He was scared, worried, afraid. She tried to comfort him, just like she had the time when it had actually happened. But this time the fox came back. It attacked, tore at them. It had had the element of surprise and the upper hand in the fight. Then another fox came, the first one must of gone back to get a friend to fight them. Slowly but surely, terrifyingly and horribly to the young male, the foxes one, tearing them. Killing them. There was blood everywheres, and he hated it.
Dean woke up, shaking, the familiar cold sweat that came with the nightmares making its appearance. He curled up into a tight ball, trying to push away the tears that threatened to overspill- and probably would too. And then he remembered. Mama Fawn. Dean wouldn't be sure what caused him to think about her this one night, a nightmare that would later become blurred along the others, but he did. He wasn't sure why it clicked then, it was one of those inexplicable things that he wouldn't ever understand. But it clicked.
He stumbled out of bed, seeking out his mother. At first he had went to Sam's door, the place where Fawn had hung out so much, but then remembered that the two had had some sort of falling out. They didn't hang out anymore, he never saw them at each other's side anymore. Fawn had been sad and it seemed as if Sam had ditched her or something. No he wouldn't find her here, she would be in her own room tonight. He sniffled, still trying to hold back the tears that made their presence known. So he went over to her door shakily and swung it open, waiting until it stopped moving to say "M-Mama Fawn?" his voice just as shaky as he was. Oh detity he didn't believe in please let her help. He needed her help, for her to comfort him this one night if anything. Please?
He had had more time to come to terms with the fact that he had a family here. People who still cared about him. That remembered him. That knew who he was. That were alive. That wanted him to be happy. It took a while for him to come to accept this fact, but one thing that happened that "special" night would allow him to fully accept this fact.
A nightmare.
He was back in the forest, back in StormClan. It was before he had ever become hurt by anything, still an innocent kit just exploring in the woods contained by the StormClan territory. The fox came and he was saved by mama Fawn like usual. He was scared, worried, afraid. She tried to comfort him, just like she had the time when it had actually happened. But this time the fox came back. It attacked, tore at them. It had had the element of surprise and the upper hand in the fight. Then another fox came, the first one must of gone back to get a friend to fight them. Slowly but surely, terrifyingly and horribly to the young male, the foxes one, tearing them. Killing them. There was blood everywheres, and he hated it.
Dean woke up, shaking, the familiar cold sweat that came with the nightmares making its appearance. He curled up into a tight ball, trying to push away the tears that threatened to overspill- and probably would too. And then he remembered. Mama Fawn. Dean wouldn't be sure what caused him to think about her this one night, a nightmare that would later become blurred along the others, but he did. He wasn't sure why it clicked then, it was one of those inexplicable things that he wouldn't ever understand. But it clicked.
He stumbled out of bed, seeking out his mother. At first he had went to Sam's door, the place where Fawn had hung out so much, but then remembered that the two had had some sort of falling out. They didn't hang out anymore, he never saw them at each other's side anymore. Fawn had been sad and it seemed as if Sam had ditched her or something. No he wouldn't find her here, she would be in her own room tonight. He sniffled, still trying to hold back the tears that made their presence known. So he went over to her door shakily and swung it open, waiting until it stopped moving to say "M-Mama Fawn?" his voice just as shaky as he was. Oh detity he didn't believe in please let her help. He needed her help, for her to comfort him this one night if anything. Please?