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Submission for SOTC October 2014!

Story of what's happening:
Honeyvoice's eyes flew open. It's just another good dream... She pranced around the filed of rough green grass, nothing like leaf-bare. She slowed her pace when she passed a few pine trees and huge cliffs by a silver-like pond. She sat down, curling her tail around her paws neatly. She felt anxious; was Foxkit going to visit her again? Honeyvoice looked around, having a slight feeling she was being watched. She heard a rustling and crunching noise, and her head snapped back.

Honeyvoice purred at the sight of Foxkit; but he wasn't at all a kit this time. He was a full-grown warrior of Foxkit. Honeyvoice's paws carried her to him. He heard a loud purr rumble from his throat. She pressed against his starry pelt, feeling her voice choke. "I missed you." She said, her voice trembling. The full-grown Foxkit licked the top of her head with sympathy. Honeyvoice wasn't at all surprised or asked any questions on how full grown he was. He flicked his ear, making her eyes lock with his. She leaned closer, breathing in his familiar scent. It was bringing back nursery memories. "Play." He said, flicking his tail tip to some soft slopes
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For a while, both cats rolled and tumbled down the soft slopes. Honeyvoice squealed like a kit as Foxkit-or whatever his warrior name was- leapt on her when she turned backwards. They rolled down together, locked in a playful hug. They landed a bit roughly on a tuft of grass, near an edge of a cliff. The soft gurgling of a waterfall made Honeyvoice feel drowsy. "Honeyvoice?" The full grown tom said, looking down at her. "Yes?" She purred. Honeyvoice closed her eyes for a few heartbeats, savoring the moments they were having.

"Do you remember me?"

Her eyes flew open, her pupils growing small. This wasn't the gentle tone of the tom she played with; this was the sound of a dark, eerie voice that sounded like claws scraping against stone. She tried to yowl for help, but only a squeak came out. She was frozen to the ground with half brown- half orange tom pinning her down. Foxkit's calm green gaze was now switched to an odd yellow brown. This was Thornstrike, the ancient cat that haunts her dreams. He claims to be her insanity that's waiting to be set free, but she always escapes from these words in her nightmares. He smiled, revealing rows of sharp white fangs. His face was masked with numerous scars. As Honeyvoice panicked, looking around, she noticed the sweet scenery was gone. It was all replaced with dark and mysterious black grass that swished and made creaking noises. The feeling of being watched made sense, and her pelt prickled with fear and panick; about a thousand pairs of white soulless eyes were watching from the grass like predators.

"Wake...UP!" She screeched, trying to get free. She felt like a huge claw was holding her down, hurting her everytime she moved or flinched. She gritted her teeth in agony, hoping it was just a dream.
"The time of insanity is dawning..." He said ominously. The tom's head raised and it seemed like it was vanishing in the shadows. Whispers of the wind and faint screeching started ringing in her ears. It slowly became louder, with a sound of a roaring monster. She squeezed her eyes shut, but even doing so...

Two pairs of yellow lights came close to Honeyvoice, with blood-churning roaring that was dangerously close... coming right at her...

Description
Submission for SOTC October 2014!

Story of what's happening:
Honeyvoice's eyes flew open. It's just another good dream... She pranced around the filed of rough green grass, nothing like leaf-bare. She slowed her pace when she passed a few pine trees and huge cliffs by a silver-like pond. She sat down, curling her tail around her paws neatly. She felt anxious; was Foxkit going to visit her again? Honeyvoice looked around, having a slight feeling she was being watched. She heard a rustling and crunching noise, and her head snapped back.

Honeyvoice purred at the sight of Foxkit; but he wasn't at all a kit this time. He was a full-grown warrior of Foxkit. Honeyvoice's paws carried her to him. He heard a loud purr rumble from his throat. She pressed against his starry pelt, feeling her voice choke. "I missed you." She said, her voice trembling. The full-grown Foxkit licked the top of her head with sympathy. Honeyvoice wasn't at all surprised or asked any questions on how full grown he was. He flicked his ear, making her eyes lock with his. She leaned closer, breathing in his familiar scent. It was bringing back nursery memories. "Play." He said, flicking his tail tip to some soft slopes
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For a while, both cats rolled and tumbled down the soft slopes. Honeyvoice squealed like a kit as Foxkit-or whatever his warrior name was- leapt on her when she turned backwards. They rolled down together, locked in a playful hug. They landed a bit roughly on a tuft of grass, near an edge of a cliff. The soft gurgling of a waterfall made Honeyvoice feel drowsy. "Honeyvoice?" The full grown tom said, looking down at her. "Yes?" She purred. Honeyvoice closed her eyes for a few heartbeats, savoring the moments they were having.

"Do you remember me?"

Her eyes flew open, her pupils growing small. This wasn't the gentle tone of the tom she played with; this was the sound of a dark, eerie voice that sounded like claws scraping against stone. She tried to yowl for help, but only a squeak came out. She was frozen to the ground with half brown- half orange tom pinning her down. Foxkit's calm green gaze was now switched to an odd yellow brown. This was Thornstrike, the ancient cat that haunts her dreams. He claims to be her insanity that's waiting to be set free, but she always escapes from these words in her nightmares. He smiled, revealing rows of sharp white fangs. His face was masked with numerous scars. As Honeyvoice panicked, looking around, she noticed the sweet scenery was gone. It was all replaced with dark and mysterious black grass that swished and made creaking noises. The feeling of being watched made sense, and her pelt prickled with fear and panick; about a thousand pairs of white soulless eyes were watching from the grass like predators.

"Wake...UP!" She screeched, trying to get free. She felt like a huge claw was holding her down, hurting her everytime she moved or flinched. She gritted her teeth in agony, hoping it was just a dream.
"The time of insanity is dawning..." He said ominously. The tom's head raised and it seemed like it was vanishing in the shadows. Whispers of the wind and faint screeching started ringing in her ears. It slowly became louder, with a sound of a roaring monster. She squeezed her eyes shut, but even doing so...

Two pairs of yellow lights came close to Honeyvoice, with blood-churning roaring that was dangerously close... coming right at her...