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Maripan looked into the smoke filled sky. He howled out in search of others that knew the pack call....nothing came he howled again. Pain was all over him but he had to do this for Nyx.
(Yeah. They're both with Storm, their father.)
Thrush felt weightless. She stared through the haze.
Night? she asked, but she didn't hear a sound come from her mouth. A dark shape was still forming to far from her to make out.
Night! Night! she barked, waiting for a reply that never came.
Thrush looked at Nyx, cocking her head. "What this?" she yipped, her puppy mouth still unable to speak correctly.
"Clover, your brother," Nyx answered. Thrush pressed against her mother, poking Clover with her paw.
Clover turned to look at her but...he wasn't there. Thrush stumbled. Nyx was gone, but the heat was still there. Soon her skin was blistering. Her eyes stung as she tried to run. Thrush realized her paws were rooted to the floor, slowling burning with her pack.
"Thrush?!"
"Night! Stop it!" Thrush nudged him playfully. She was in a field she didn't recognize. Clover and Night were nipping at each other, rolling around in the soft, cloud-like grass. Thrush nudged her black brother, trying to get him off of Clover. He smiled at her. "Come on, Thrush." Something wasn't right.
She reached out a paw to brush his pelt. Clover looked at her. "What's wrong, Thrush?"
"No, no, this isn't...this isn't." Tears were streaming down her face now. Clover stared at her, bewildered. She'd never forgotten his face. The way he looked like Storm, but also teh way he was nothing like Thrush's father.
"Please...Thrush, get up."
Thrush's eyes opened. It was real. The world was real.
"C-Clover?" she croaked, her throat feeling hot and dry.
"Thrush?" Storm looked at her, relief in his golden eyes. "Thrush, what happened? Why wasn't Night hunting?"
Thrush's face burned from shame. "My...it was my fault. I should have--wait--where's Night?!"
"Here," Storm answered. "I don't know about him, but I think he'll make it.
Storm's ears pricked as a howl hit them.
"Marzipan..." His face turned grim. "Stay here. I have to go. DON'T TRY TO RUN. You have to stay in the water."
Thrush nodded and watched her father lope off.