There had been one specific dream that the boy had every night for a moon now, always sinking deeper into a dark body of water- so dark he could barely see his own paws. He’d woken up shaking, his paws soaked in sweat every time, but this time was different. There was some cat that’d saved him this time- her coat was slightly transparent and her eyes glowed like suns. She’d told him something, but he’d forgotten it by the time he woke.
Still, he was shaken to the core about her appearance, and this time he wanted a professional opinion on the matter.
He made his way to the Stoneteller’s den, clearing his throat. “Hello- Sky with no Moon? I have a problem- I had a dream, and... there was someone in it trying to talk to me? I think she was dead..?”
// feel free to jump in before sky, but after like two replies i would like hers to be next lol