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[sub]The tiny form of the lilac tortoiseshell kitten could be seen in the quiet corner of the library, curled up into a neat ball beneath the warmth of a pink floral blanket that was pulled over her. She was sleeping soundly, and from a distance almost looked like she was dead, the only indication suggesting otherwise was the occasional groan that escaped her lips and twitching of her tail. At this point, Lovekit was completely oblivious to the fact that she was the reincarnation of Sakurapaw's mother, Paintedfaces, or Butterflyculture as she was known as after she changed her name. But what she saw at night wasn't dreams, that were actually fragments of memories from her former life, and little by little she would piece together the truth, starting with this one.
-- start of dream (based on the real birthing thread) --
A young calico apprentice lay panting in the WindClan nursery den, six newborn kittens located next to her side. One of which, a small blue smoke male, that had let out a cry not moments before, was motionless, his flank did not rise and fall, and it was obvious he was dead. It wasn't fair, for someone to leave the world before they had even gotten a chance to experience, but that was life. The mother would notice it for the first time, nudging it, refusing to accept it's fate. Soon after, others arrived, commenting on how beautiful they were and such.
A heavily pregnant cream tabby happened to become the main focus in the next part of the dream, revealing the name of the young calico mother, Nebulapaw, and then proceeding to ask if she had named them yet. They seemed to be close, though in what way was unknown. Next, a bandaged tortie male approached, pressing his forehead to Nebulapaw's cheek. Lovekit would guess that this was the boyfriend or something, but she couldn't be sure. All that was known was that he wasn't the father of the litter, as Nebulapaw asked if he wanted to be the father, to help raise them, and he agreed.
Before the dream could progress further, the crowded nursery began to fade away, the figures blurring, the voices gradually getting quieter, and eventually disappeared altogether as Lovekit began to awaken.
-- end of dream --
"NEBULA" Lovekit would subconsciously shout as jerked awake, throwing the blanket back, eyelids peeling back to reveal the two different colored oculars that were located beneath. Why was she dreaming that? And why did it seem so...real? She longed to see more, why did dreams always have to end when it was getting good?
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