Fear. That was something she was taught to leave behind at all times because fear could make you districted. But she had learned that fear had its place in life, it could make you stronger in the morning. But Cassandra had little experience with fear since she had always been confident in her skills to keep her alive. There were other things to be afraid of other than death, like spiders or the dark. The black cat had fears, she was like any other living creature, but she would never say what they were. Of course, that didn't stop her mind from simulating that fear in her dreams at night. She found herself settling in one of the cells, as most exilers found themselves sleeping, using her black and yellow hoodie as bedding. Maybe in the morning she would look for something more comfortable to lay on. But for now this would have to do and the feline drifted off to dreamland.
Darkness. Silence. Nothingness. Cassandra dreamt she was standing in complete darkness and there was nothingness, not even a noise. She struggled with talking already and in her dream she couldn't say anything at all. It was like she was stuck, unable to move or speak. The feeling of this strange space closing in on her caused her to panic, it felt suffocating. But it was all over as soon as she woke up.
Slowly sitting up to calm her heartrate the domestic cat found that she had only been asleep for a couple of minutes. Padding out into the hallway with her jacket on, she settled for leaning against the wall. Cassandra was tired but was unwilling to try and sleep again incase she slipped back into that dream. She didn't show it but that dream had honestly spooked her a bit, the girl would never want to have that suffocating space again. If she could pick a way to die she would want something quick, but of course no one really got to choose how they go. ""
ALL WE DO IS HIDE AWAY — cassandra — the exiles — tags