fire in my belly · catter, open

Dreams. Odd things. Rumoured to be the subconscious desires or memories of a past life. Fallowpaw doubted both of these superstitious ideas. No, she believed that dreams were your mind sorting the memories of the day before. Which didn't explain why her dreams were so surreal.

Unaware of the cosy nest under her fur, Fallowpaw looked around her dream world. She was tall and standing on two legs. Fur-less arms, pale skin dotted with small brown spots. Long fine fur cascaded down her upright shoulders. Glancing around, Fallowpaw sighed as she recognised the empty surroundings. This twoleg dream.. Why did it keep happening? The pale she-cat turned around, somehow completely at ease with her strange paws; usually she would see nothing but this time was different. There was something on the ground, silver and glinting. Fallowpaw squinted as she tried to make it out but as she moved to get it, she woke up.

A prodding paw was bothering her, pressing her on the shoulder repeatedly. Fallowpaw remained silent and curled up; flicking her skinny tail in a slightly disgruntled way. She probably would've ignored the bothersome voice, had it not been Heatherpaw's. Her sister was her opposite, loud, confident, boastful. Although it irritated her to the ends of the earth, Fallowpaw was terrible at social exercises, unlike the tabby that had awoken her. The apprentice's body just froze up and her tongue felt like a block of ice. Around Heatherpaw it was different, Fallowpaw had a voice; even if it was a bit faint.

Fallowpaw raised her head quickly, blinking sleep from her murky amber eyes as she stared at Heatherpaw's bright gold ones. Things to do? Kestrelcloud had nothing planned today, at least not for Fallowpaw. The pale cat was unsure on what to think of her mentor, preferring to never build an opinion than let it control her actions. "Good morning sister. What are we doing?" Fallowpaw said, her voice devoid of emotion without a tremble or a whisper; the other apprentices were either sleeping or not here so her anxiety had not bitten her spine like a viper.

Despite her inner complaints about Heatherpaw's personality, Fallowpaw longed for it. It was strange and confusing but the apprentice felt addicted to her sister's behaviour which was probably why the grey-and-white she-cat shuffled to a sitting position when she finished her question.

Unlike most, Fallowpaw didn't feel sleepy as she moved. The drowsiness felt as if it dripped from her body as she moved, her pelt drying from any tiredness that might have affected her. Her ears flickered, alert to her sister's voice and her eyes cast a singular swift glance around the den. Some apprentices were sleeping, some were beginning to wake up due to Heatherpaw's loud voice and some weren't present. Probably training.

Oh, she's speaking. Fallowpaw's concentration instantly focused on Heatherpaw like a magpie drawn to a glinting object. Indeed, the grey apprentice subconsciously longed for Heatherpaw's presence, a bird after a trinket. Even if her sister's presence was seen as a bauble, it was still desperately needed. The tabby can speak, and she certainly knows it.

Fallowpaw's ear flickered and her eyes narrowed briefly. She could not remember such a discussion; but she rarely forgot things. In order to feed Heatherpaw's ego and to avoid any trouble, the grey apprentice went along with her sister's claim. "I apologise, I must have forgotten."

Now, the silent apprentice might not be as rebellious as her brother but that didn't mean she knew the rules. To be honest, Fallowpaw was unsure if apprentices were allowed out on their own or if they were allowed to hunt without a mentor. However, she doubted that Heatherpaw would do something to damage her reputation, she certainly loved to be the best. "Yes, I suppose it would be pleasing."


Fallowpaw flinched backwards as Heatherpaw's pitch suddenly heightened and she began to move eratically. The apprentice lifted a paw of the ground and leaned away from the tabby with wide eyes before stumbling to her feet in a slightly confused daze. She despised sudden changes like this, switching from one mood to another was disorientating. "O-Okay." She murmured, placing one paw forward in a move to follow after her socially-superior sister.