
Rosaline - - - Female - - - Darkclan - - - Soldier - - - Medium
❝If I die young, bury me in satin❞
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Rosaline had simply been curled up under the shade of a few trees when she fell asleep. She fell into a dream state, and would begin to dream.
I stood there, surrounded by darkness and dead trees. I was looking for a way out, but everywhere I looked, it was pure darkness. I put one foot in front of the other, walking in one direction. I knew not where it led, but simply kept walking. Then I couldn't walk anymore. One of my legs wouldn't move. I looked down to see my back foreleg crushed in a bear trap. I was trapped, and it was getting colder and colder. A figure walked towards me. I could see it's sharp, long fangs and cold red eyes. I struggled to get away, but the thing came at me with amazing speed. And everything went black.
The petite tabby's eyes flew open, and she screamed loudly. Looking around, she shook in fear and whimpered to herself.