BRAND NEW BEGINNING ☆ o, nightmare

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

It felt so... cold. The air around him was bitterly cold, cutting through his fur and digging into his very bones, making him sputter and gasp from the shivers that racked through his body. Everything around him was a deep white, swirling and suffocating in how the wind howled, filling his ears and making the feline let out a desperate and useless shout. Despite the fact that he had no idea where he was, he could tell that there was nobody coming to help him. He couldn't see any signs of the shore that he was used to, nor could he see even the smallest glimpse of the friendly faces he often woke up to. There was nothing but white, along with an overwhelming sense of menace. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though the confusion and terror that gripped him would last for long. The leader took a deep breath inwards, chilled air filling his lungs as he prepared to shout once again for help – only for a snarl to break his concentration. He recoiled back in horror, only able to see a pair of piercing eyes cutting through the all-encompassing blankness. He was given no time to retreat or escape, because he could already feel jaws digging into his flesh, and those same piercing eyes, glaring right through him.

The nightmare ended rather abruptly after that, and Rhine found himself jerking upwards, a startled shout leaving him as he displaced the seaweed and moss that made up his bed. His breath after that came out in slightly pained gasps, pale gaze darting around the inside of his den, taking in the darkly colored walls and the usual scent of Palmclan that surrounded him. There was no more overwhelming whiteness, nor was there that same sense of menace, and fear. It caused him to let out a sigh of relief, getting up to his paws and heading towards the entrance of his den, climbing upwards until he could sheepishly poke his head out. He wondered if anyone had heard him yell, able to see from the faintly orange sky that it was still the early hours of the morning, before most were up at all. Sighing at his own ridiculous fear, Rhinestone took a few steps out of his den, settling down into a seated position nearby as he scrubbed at his face with a paw. He muttered softly to himself, seeming frustrated, "Come on, Rhinestone... hold yourself together..." He felt so silly, getting scared by vague nightmares that gripped him in the middle of the night. That was something for kits to worry about, not the leader of the clan.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan