A [Young Soul]

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OOC I SUCKKKKKK

A small apprentice slipped into the apprentice den, his home really. Rarely did he ever do anything but train and simply sit around and do chores-his life was such a bore. So often did he try to get a friend, only to be unsuccessful in his attempts as he simply was ignored, or they were too busy to talk to him. Why didn't anyone seem to accept him, or even like him for that fact? He had given up a long time ago to find friends, and so of now, he was simply training with Willowbranch at times and then constantly doing chores most apprentices were too lazy to do. After a hard-working day of chores and training, the Abyssinian apprentice finally slipped into his usual nest and then curled into a tight ball, those bright, innocent eyes flickering close as a soft huff escaped the young tom's mouth. With a single deep breath, he soon slipped unconscious gently, and in moments he slipped into a dreamless, deep slumber...at least that was what he thought for a few moments.  

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ooc:// You do not! D:

Things had been quiet.

They had been quiet for a long time.

Duskeyes had hardly even bothered looking down at the lights, anymore. They were simply all the same: glowing silhouettes of cats mingling about, going through the day to day. One might think that, being blind in his physical life, Duskeyes now couldn't resist gazing down into the Clans, to wonder at the lives he saw and the energy they emitted... and for a time, this was true. but now... now he found nothing of worth to look at.

Until the day it changed.

A glimmer, a spark within one of the Clans. LeafClan--his own heritage. His old home. Something shimmered, far below. Something that caught his attention.

Something that made him nervous.

It hadn't been noticeable at first, but one day it was just... there. A tinted light--a young cat. Duskeyes watched this young tom for moons, watching the light shift and change. Strengthen, until now it was brighter than it should have been. Something was wrong. It had to be. And so, one night, feeling it was his begrudging responsibility, Duskeyes waited until the apprentice was asleep before treading down out of the stars to enter his dreams.

The StarClanner had never made an appearance like this before--it had never interested him. but now... now he strode into the haze of subconsciousness, his eyeless face void of emotion other than reluctance. His long whiskers were spread wide, though he hardly needed them anymore to feel his surroundings. As a dream faded into existence around him, the aged tom felt cool ground beneath his paws, and up ahead he could see the illuminated outline of the apprentice he had been following these past moons. Wasting no time, Duskeyes approached the young LeafClanner and called out to him, voice low as though it had been used too often and had grown tired of itself. "You there, apprentice," he called ahead, his creamy pelt dusted by countless fragments of stars. "Tell me--what is your name?"