like a daydream | fireworks

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    As the end of the day was drawing near Tawnypaw couldn't help but take a stroll nearby the twoleg place, after his dream, he couldn't help but come here every night before drifting to sleep. Even if he knew none of his own clan-mates aside from Marie would be crossing it the mere thought of not even helping a kittypet out if a monster came uncontrollably racing its way sickened him. The tabby was aware it was foolish to think he needed to play hero, foolish to think that it'd ever happen again. His dream portrayed Marie, and he had done his job by saving her. That's all StarClan had wanted him to do.

    Still...

    He worried.


    But as he was silently sitting at the edge of SkyClan's woods looking into the twoleg place... his eyes caught something.

    Out of nowhere a flash of red shot up into the sky, his golden gaze traveled up with it in both awe and confusion.

    He didn't even have a chance to wonder what it could even be until it suddenly exploded. A loud BOOM was sent out across the land and the strange object that had shot up into the sky gave off a colorful explosion.

    With a loud hiss, Tawnypaw shoots up onto his paws and turns right around to go running through the forest. What the hell?! What the hell was that?

    Was this what Lav had meant? That if faith in StarClan wasn't restored everything they'd know would be lost? Was this the beginning of the end? Were those explosions going to destroy StarClan?!


    Oh... oh no...

    This was all their fault!

    Tawnypaw continued to bolt through the forest, waving in between trees and leaping frantically over fallen branches. He had to get back to camp!

    But he didn't get far as he bumped right into someone.

    Usually, Tawnypaw would be quick to stutter a bunch of sorry's out, but instead, nothing escaped his maw but panicked words to the feline he bumped right into.

    "D-Did y-you hear that?! Did you hear that loud noise? Something just... shot up into the sky and- AHH!" The scared apprentice yowls as another boom thunders in the distance, every inch of his fur stood on edge. What were they going to do?!

    Heronstar was not fond of fireworks. She didn't hate them, but the loud bangs and colourful flashes were rather irritating and unpleasant, and made her jumpy for some time after they had stopped. Tawnypaw seemed quite panicked by the blasts, which Heronstar could understand. The first time she had heard the,, she too had panicked, worrying that something was wrong with the sky.


    "It's a twoleg thing," Heronstar answered with a small sigh, padding over to Tawnypaw. She would pause next to the tom and give him a questioning glance, checking to see if he wasn't too frightened. "This is the first time I've seen any in SkyClan, but they used some once back when I lived in RiverClan. The first time I saw them, they scared me too."

    Fallenkit was sleeping in her nest, having the most perfect dream she had, but mostly she was also shakened up but the loud booming sound. She had never heard nor seen; well she couldn’t see them of course; but just the sound of them just made her jump out of her nest. The dream she had chasing a butterfly turned into a nightmare with rocks falling onto her and crashing into her body. Which letting out a tiny scream as she looked around in a panic, she shook with her fur fluffed out. She slowly crept out of the nursery, still looking like she’d seen something horrible and was very cautious.

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Mottlewish flattened her ears and let out a loud hiss. “Oh I hate those,” she spat out, “back when I was a kittypet living with my twolegs at the twolegplace suddenly just a thousand of those fired off at the same moment. It was like they were timed or something. I always got scared and hid under the bed.” However, now in SkyClan it wasn’t that bad. Just the reminder made her uncomfortable, and it was like the lights and colors were trying to fight the stars, and that pissed her off. If it felt so bad down here, how did the StarClan cats suffer up there where they were shooting it?

    The loud booms made his head feel as if it was rattling, he was already tired enough and now he felt as if these noises, if they continued then he wouldn't have a head at all. It left his ears ringing every time a boom happened and he pulled his ears against his skull, lowering his head to try and block it out but it was easier said than done as they seemed to go off quiet a lot and in a short span of time. Sometimes there would be a lull in it but it would happen again and he felt ill because of it. Huffing, his dry throat would scratch upon a swallow and the pain was clear in his face before he rose to his paws and he carefully made his way over. The world didn't seem to be sitting right either, like it was tipping and his balance was off. He narrowed his sightless eyes and stood still for a moment and truthfully if he had to be real with himself he felt as if he was leaning a bit to the side. "Do they ever stop? It's a bunch of unnecessary noise..." The sightless tom grumbled hotly, voice a croaking sound of pain before he sat down and pulled his paw up to rub at his stuffy nose.

    MOTHSHINE ♚

    Skyclan - Senior Warrior - Female - 16 moons


    ― The first time she'd heard such a noise Mothshine hadn't even been out of the nursery. It had scared her right into a puffed out ball of fur at the time. Although she'd probably have sworn up and down it hadn't. Now, with so many moons between the last time and now, it was enough give her a bit of a jump when the blasts first sounded. The sight of it she certainly didn't mind. Tawnypaw's yowl certainly snatched her attention before she could even look skyward for another moment. She didn't blame the boy for his fear. The sounds now reminded her of Skyclan's old camp. That had been where she was the only other time she'd seen it. The sounds rattled in her head and sounded something like the night twolegs had come along with their beasts to tear up their old home. Mothshine was quick to join the growing group of her clanmates, drawing up alongside Bisonpaw. "Thousands of them?" She chirped in disbelief at Mottlewish's explanation. She never did get any closer to understanding twolegs, did she? Such strange behaviors they exhibited. Still, she was grateful for cats like Mottlewish. Their daylight warriors and those who had been closer to twolegs than Mothshine would ever care to be. They could, at the very least, let them know from time to time whether their activities put them in any danger.


    Her eyes turned upward again, watching for another streak or explosion of color. "The noise is a bit disconcerting, I'll say that." She said it with a laugh, in hopes of soothing Tawnypaw's nerves. They had nothing to be worried about. "It's quite the site though, isn't it, Tawnypaw? All those colors!" She sounded more like an awestruck kit when she said it. Clouds painted in flashes of red and blue and whatever else. Reflected in her eyes and the way her own smile shone. All the cats in the forest must be able to hear or see it. Every cat in the stars, too. Lavenderstar. Brookfur. Surely they'd be watching with them. Before she let the thought sadden her, she felt warmed by it. The idea that they could still look at the same sky somehow. She spared a sympathetic glance towards Bisonpaw. Had he ever gone to see Charcoalpaw, she wondered. By the sound of his voice, she'd guess he needed it. Something. "They'll quiet down eventually, I'm sure." She spoke more gently to him, for fear of bringing any other unnecessary noise. If she didn't know he wasn't feeling well, she might've poked fun at him for being a downer. Now didn't seem the time for it.

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    "Oh, they will," she said. "You just need to survive the first bunch. They'll stop, then a few more over the span of a few days, and then you only hear them occasionally. Just this Dark Forest fox-dung makes me so mad. Do they not understand that this won't do any good to anyone?" Mottlewish wasn't the cat to get mad, like, ever, so even this slight irritation on her side meant that something must've pissed her off terribly. Her twolegs were also that crazy, so when they fired it from her back yard she almost died from fright. "They're not dangerous, other than to our sanity, unless you get close to where they're firing them from. I know it because my twolegs always rushed inside after they put it down." She remembered how she was looking out of the windows, ears flattened, and then hit under a bed, trying not to hear the heart-wrenching rambling from the outside.

    Fallenkit soon joined the others, hiding behind mottlewish, the kit was confused and scared, still jumping at the loud booming sounds, “w-why are they making s-such scary noises?” The kit asked fearfully.