NO WORRIES | Artisticpaw wakes up!

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    Her inactivity in the Clan was surely noticed. She used to be quite busy, but since her accident, she was only busy thinking in the darkness.


    How long had she been in the coma? Maybe a quarter moon, a half moon? The cinnamon she-cat had no clue. Slowly her amber eyes blinked open. Artisticpaw had to turn her head away and blink several times to adjust her eyesight to the glimpses of light. Do cats get dreams in comas? Is this real? The last thing she remembered was having Pythonking come visit her; she vaguely remembered how this all happened.


    "Hello?" she called out, hearing her pretty voice echo off the walls of the factory.

    "Oh!" For some reason, she couldn't think of the male's name. So maybe Artisticpaw's memory was a bit messed up. "Hi, uh... Alphadog!"

    "Not much has really been happening. Everyone will be glad your back, so be prepared for a big swarm of ShadowClanners."

    "Artisticpaw?" the scarred tuxedo tom asked, seeing that Alphadog was talking to her. He recalled meeting the apprentice before she went into her coma. "It's me, Johnnypaw!"

    "Hello! I'm Phantomkit, and I was born when you were asleep!" Phantomkit giggled, bounding over on tiny paws as he came to a halt beside his idol, Alphadog because he ws stalking the general.

    "Being an apprentice is pretty nice," Artisticpaw meowed, "but being in a coma, not so much." The half moon period that'd just passed over was the most boring period of her life so far.

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    "Oh. Well, I'm going to be an apprentice soon too!" Phantomkit smiled, plopping down.


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    "And I'll make sure I'll train really hard so then I can fight in battles, and hunt and EVERYTHING" he purred,


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=tahoma]Hearing the many voices of ShadowClanners- including her son- Pictureperfect smiled a bit to herself. Approaching the group, the Head Swagmaster gave a small nod in greeting. "Hello, Atristicpaw," the she-cat said.

    As his mother arrived, the small kitten scrambled over to her. "Hiya momma! What's a coma?" Phantomkit frowned, head tipped to the side. Yup - he had no clue.

    "Hello, Pictureperfect," Artisticpaw meowed, dipping her head to the head swagmaster. "And I'm sure you'll do great, Phantomkit."

    Gloire glanced at Artisticpaw and gave a short nod. She felt quite uncertain what the feline who had been unconscious was like. For all she knew, she could be a sick weirdo.
    "I see you've woken. You've given us quite a fright," she said mildly, which was quite uncharacteristic of her.