[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=5px; width: 130px; height: 150px; border-radius: 900px; background: url(https://67.media.tumblr.com/tu…5p1oh8oQ1rwlsczo1_500.gif); background-position: center bottom; float: left; margin-right: 40px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 250px; margin-top: 100px; margin-left: 30px;][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 40px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; margin-left: -100px; margin-top: -5px; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 30pt; text-align: center; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px snow; letter-spacing: -2px;]★ BITTERBLUE[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 410px; height: 170px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -15px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 170px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 170px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: verdana]The dream started out as it always did. Bitterblue stood on a beach, her snowy paws lodged into the fine sand as she gazed at the angry grey ocean before here. Above, the heavens clashed as the sky threatened to break out into a thunderstorm, a sharp, biting wind ripping through the air. She could almost feel the gust tearing through her fur like thorns. Turning her heterochromatic gaze to the stretch of beach to her left, she saw it, just like she knew she would. The body. Bitterblue didn't recognize it, but nonetheless, the moment her eyes rested upon the dead wolf, an agonizing pain would crack through her and she could feel a fissure split open in her very being. Before she had time to process what she was doing, the young feline would be sprinting down the beach towards the corpse, a savage, fearful instinct propelling her onward. Please be okay. Oh, god, please. Bitterblue's breath came out in gasps, but as she neared the wolf, it vanished, reappearing farther down the coastline. I have to reach her. I need to! The feline thought, taking off again, only to have the process repeat itself. Each time Bitterblue would come within close proximity of the wolf, it would dissipate and reappear in the distance. Eventually, the body was nothing but a smudge in the distance. However, Bitterblue still tore after it, exhaustion and fear coursing through her. "I have too... I have too... Suddenly the world filled with light, stopping Bitterblue in her tracks. Lightning. In slow-motion, the feline watched as the electricity arced across the sky before heading straight for her. Unable to move, she watched as her fate raced to meet her.
Jumping, Bitterblue was forced out of the nightmare, her gasping breaths disturbing the nighttime silence. Taking a moment to calm down and allow her eyes to adjust to the black ink clouding her vision, Bitterblue drew in a rattling breath. Just a dream. She pulled herself out of her sweat-soaked nest, heading out into the night as her muscles ached in protest. During nights like these, the she-cat would wander the forest in a stupor, her mind perfectly numb. Leaving HawkClan's camp behind, Bitterblue headed into the woods, her tired gaze scraping over the stars overhead. Beautiful.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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