History Repeats Itselt {Dusk/Dawn}

SEABIRD
I'm a lost soul at sea.

The soft trickling of water tickled Seabird's senses. One sea-green eye popped open. Leisurely she yawned, her claws clutching the earth tightly. Both eyes adjusted to the array of stars she felt herself slowly rising. As quickly as she was to rise; she was quicker to sit down. Immediately she began the life-like process of grooming herself. Of course it was unnecessary, when dead your pelt was never hindered. It stayed this unimaginable glossy appeal. Stars glistened and glimmered; making this surreal scene. Perhaps it was simply out of habit. No matter the reason Seabird continued flattening the already smooth hairs until she felt her pelt was decent enough.

Seabird smacked her jaws together, she licked her lips. She gulped; adjusted her stance; cocked her head; remembered the reason she awoke early. The moon still staggered in the horizon; concluding that it was almost dawn in the wakening world. She needed to hurry. With a bounce in her step she galloped across the star cluttered realm; sparks sizzling from each movement. Being a Starclan warrior was a mere pleasure; it was all talk. Everyone here; would rather be alive.

Although she were never a mother; a lover. Seabird still had her sister to watch over, and that tom. Owltalon. Oh how she wished everyday that he had been hers. But her sister snagged his heart; now here she was a simple messenger between two worlds. "I'll never stop loving him." she mumbled to herself as she weaved in and out of the long grasses. "But my dear sister, Rainflight loves him more. And I'll never come between that." A soft; sad, depressing smile shook her determined composure. She'll never stop watching him; wishing; waiting.

This dreamy allure of stars dribbled into the harsh, smoldering carcass of the breathing world. Everything seemed so dead compared to the illusion she was now living--dying. She withered in and out of existence; floating like a gentle fog, trying to reach her destination. An old horse barn. Two sleeping figures. Seabird sat down; wrapped her tail around her petite paws. The sunlight filtered in through the cracks, illuminating her starry pelt.

"Rise." she meowed. They needed to discuss; now.

The words came on the breeze that gently ruffled his fur. The large tom slowly opened his eyes. Apparently that "just for a second" deal with himself had turned into much more. Before him was a she-cat, her pelt shimmering like stars and gently moving like waves in the ocean breeze. Dusk felt the form of his sister beside him, rustling as she awoke. Dusk instantly knew what was going on. This was a cat who had passed, an ancestor of cats who lived around this lake. This is why they were sent here. To listen to this cat, and to do what she asked.

He was fully focused on the she-cat. He was in the barn, everything was as it was before; perhaps even more peaceful. The angelic figure waited patiently as Dawn's weary form rose from the ground. What could it possibly be that he and his sister were sent here for? Did this warrior ancestor know why they were here? Had she spoken to their ancestors? he didn't think so. But he was very interested in why they were being visited.

There was something going on here, Dusk could feel it in the air. A strange smell wafted from the lake, and a noise polluted the air. A since of foreboding was in the pit of his stomach. What this she-cat was about to tell them could be dangerous. The large red tom glanced at his sister. No matter what it was, however, Dusk would never let his sister get hurt.

Dawn slowly blinks and looked around slightly confused. Two seconds ago she had been walking out of the barn where her brother was sleeping and now suddenly she was waking up in the barn beside her brother and the starry cat from what seemed ages ago was standing in front of her telling her to wake up. These dead cats sure had a way of getting cats attention. But who was she to argue with them?

as she got up and padded over beside Dusk, she saw his ears flick toward the lake and heard the faint but eerie sound that they had heard from the dream. The sound of those two-leg monsters was clearer and apparently really close. She slowly padded beside her brother letting her fur brushing against his. it was more of an assurance for her than it was for him. She knew her brother wouldn't let anything happen to her. Most times it was really annoying but right now she didn't mind. she was scared. no doubt about it.

She looked at the starry cat and tilted her head slightly. "What do we owe this pleasure, ancestor of the clans?" she mewed bowing her head slightly. If there was anything she had learned quickly from their ancestors is was to be polite...to any dead cat. They could do a lot of damage for being gone for a while.

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SEABIRD
I'm a lost soul at sea.

Seabird dipped her head to waking guardians. These two cats were important to the survival of her clan-mates; her culture; and even Starclan. A voice much to mature for her young, flourished body she meowed calmly, "You have been chosen by Starclan to lead the clans back through time." The dawn light poured in, by each second Seabird was slowly growing more and more transparent. She had little time. Blinking her sea colored eyes she meowed once more, "To a place they once belonged." It was a cycle. The clans began here; by this ancient lake. Even if they hadn't been clans; it began here. Slowly but surely the cats traveled to unknown lands. They discovered an oasis nestled between bustling two-leg life. It provided trees for Thunderclan, moorland for Windclan, rivers for Riverclan, marshland for Shadowclan, and the skies for Skyclan. Clan life flourished. But two-legs destroyed everything they had worked for. The five clans belonged there.

This lake; this land surrounding the lake was their refuge. And here they returned; ruined, but alive. We survived as a culture but now it was time to return. The land the cats adapted to was calling them back. The two-legs had vanished; everything was coming together again.

But it has been generations upon generations since The Great Journey. Memories from the journey are slowly being forgotten; suppressed. Nobody remembers the way. Which meant there is no one to turn to. Returning to our home is impossible. Seabird's eyes flashed, but these two. These two cats know the way and with their help the clans just might be able to return to their home.

But what if these two refused to help them? The two-leg activity has increased immensely. Their monsters are tearing apart this land; cats are going to die. Seabird's eyes narrowed; without the guardians' help they were all going to die. And the clans would be finished.

"You have been chosen." Seabird repeated; her body had vanished. Only a swath of stars remained, and her soft scent. "Please help us." she whispered. The sunlight was radiant, but Seabird had disappeared.

"Please."

Dawn
Dawn watched with silent confusion as the cat talked to them. Her words that came out mad no sense at all. How they take cats back to the past. Yes they were travelers but they were time travelers. There wasn't any possible way to take cats back in time.
"I don't understand..."

[/color] she said voicing her min and probably her brother's. "There's no way to travel back in...."[/color]
Dawn trailed off as the sun started to come up and Seabird started to fade. No! She couldn't leave now! she had barley told them anything. how were they supposed to help if they had no idea what she meant.
"No! wait please don't go!"[/color] she yowled but it was like a kit begging not to get a bath. The starry she-cat was gone.
Dawn blinked and she was back where she had been before. On the other side of the barn. They had to make a plan now. hopefully dusk had gotten some rest.

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This world keeps spinning faster
To a new a new disaster
So I run to you, I run to you, baby
When it all starts coming undone
Baby you’re the only one I run to….
I run to you.

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