Post by ginger on Mar 18, 2020 20:52:55 GMT
Sereneshell lay in her nest, cheek resting against a violet-blue sliver of sea glass. For moons, the gorgeous treasure had hidden beneath the waves, being gently scuffed and buffeted by water and sand alike until it was polished perfectly smooth. And then, at just the right moment, it had come ashore for Sereneshell to discover. But this perfect little treasure would not be remaining with the pale she-cat for long. It was destined for another recipient, one that belonged to a world far different than her own. Closing her eyes, Sereneshell allowed herself to be taken to the world of her dreams, and the home of one very special tomcat.
Quite unlike the awkward descent of when she had fainted, Sereneshell found herself materializing into the Dark Forest through a calm mist, as if the small she-cat had been simply carried in on a breeze. For just a moment, one could swear they caught the scent of chamomile and sea-salt lingering in the air. But, as with most things in this dark dimension, the aura quickly dissapated, leaving Sereneshell with nothing but her own thoughts to guide her. For Sereneshell though, this was enough. She had long since learned to rely on her own heart for guidance here, even if that was something she could not dream of doing in the waking world. Keeping her gift safely clamped between her jaws, Sereneshell began wandering through the forest. Silently, she reached out with her mind, hoping to find the right path that would lead her to Foxtuft.
The pale she-cat did not know why she felt the way she did. If she were perfectly honest, it made absolutely no sense at all. Anyone with any kind of sense could tell her that Foxtuft was not the kind of cat that she should get herself mixed up with. Even he had told her that she did not belong in a place like the Dark Forest. According to him, the cats that went there had some kind of warp in their soul, and would become monsters. But, when she looked at him, she did not see a monster. Sure, he could be rude and abraisive, but that was only on the surface. No matter how hard she tried, Sereneshell could not forget that she had seen something beyond that facade. She had seen dark tears fall from his eyes, and heard tenderness in his mew. Every times she closed her eyes, she dreamt of the appreciative look he gave her when she gifted him with some shells. More than anything, she wanted to see that look again, and hear his soft voice.
“Sereneshell?”
She looked up, smiling, as her eyes alighted on a familiar orange tabby. He was here.
Quite unlike the awkward descent of when she had fainted, Sereneshell found herself materializing into the Dark Forest through a calm mist, as if the small she-cat had been simply carried in on a breeze. For just a moment, one could swear they caught the scent of chamomile and sea-salt lingering in the air. But, as with most things in this dark dimension, the aura quickly dissapated, leaving Sereneshell with nothing but her own thoughts to guide her. For Sereneshell though, this was enough. She had long since learned to rely on her own heart for guidance here, even if that was something she could not dream of doing in the waking world. Keeping her gift safely clamped between her jaws, Sereneshell began wandering through the forest. Silently, she reached out with her mind, hoping to find the right path that would lead her to Foxtuft.
The pale she-cat did not know why she felt the way she did. If she were perfectly honest, it made absolutely no sense at all. Anyone with any kind of sense could tell her that Foxtuft was not the kind of cat that she should get herself mixed up with. Even he had told her that she did not belong in a place like the Dark Forest. According to him, the cats that went there had some kind of warp in their soul, and would become monsters. But, when she looked at him, she did not see a monster. Sure, he could be rude and abraisive, but that was only on the surface. No matter how hard she tried, Sereneshell could not forget that she had seen something beyond that facade. She had seen dark tears fall from his eyes, and heard tenderness in his mew. Every times she closed her eyes, she dreamt of the appreciative look he gave her when she gifted him with some shells. More than anything, she wanted to see that look again, and hear his soft voice.
“Sereneshell?”
She looked up, smiling, as her eyes alighted on a familiar orange tabby. He was here.
