The Forgotten Story

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    On the half-moon night, two cats slipped out of the camp quietly, climbed up the tree where no other cats knew, and bathed in starlight and breeze. 

 They avoided the days when the tom’s family held family traditions, and there were only two of them.

 The she-cat and the tom invited each other at the same time. The she-cat knew that the tom had something on his mind, so she asked the tom if he was willing to come out for a walk; and the tom was starting to open his heart to the she-cat, he invited her to carry out this tradition with him.

 The young pair of cats stayed in the tree for a long time. No one spoke first. Nightsong patiently waited for Tempestclaw. If he wasn't ready tonight, it would be fine. She was sure that she would be there when he was ready to speak. Tempestlaw stared at the starry sky that was meaningless to him.

"I often dream." Tempestclaw finally spoke, Nightsong looked at him.

 What did you dream about? She didn't ask. 

"It's all nightmares," Tempestclaw said quietly. "Sometimes, I dreamed that I was trapped under a frozen river and couldn't find an exit.

 "Sometimes I dream of myself returning to the Thunder path. I can hear the roar of the monster getting closer, but no matter how hard I run, I can't leave the Thunder path. Or dreaming that I keep spitting out broken ice." He didn't change his tone at all, just like his mother.

 Nightsong put her tail lightly on Tempestclaw's shoulder, and Tempestclaw continued when she was about to speak.

 "Recently, I started to dream that I didn't lost my foot." He meowed, Nightsong blinked, and Tempestclaw was silent again.

 "How do you feel?" she asked.

 "Very strange, but also very familiar." He said briefly. "The dream is dark everywhere, there is nothing, and I just keep walking."

 Tempestclaw lowered his head slightly, and then began to tremble. 

"Then my left front foot started to hurt, just like when I was awake." 

"Tempestclaw." Nightsong called his name worriedly. 

"But it was too painful, so I tear my foot off." Tempestclaw tilted his head and looked at Nightsong, his expression looked a little crazy, Nightsong couldn’t tell what his expression was at the moment, but she didn’t afraid of him. 

Tempestclaw's expression became a little dazed, and then began to cry. 

Nightsong gently licked his tears away. He didn't seem to realize that he was crying, so he was a little frightened when Nightsong touch him.

 Tempestclaw shook his head, pulling his thoughts back. 

"Then I don't remember what happened, but I found a pawless white tiger standing in front of me." 

Nightsong leaned gently beside him. "What do you think this means?" She asked softly.

 "I don't know." He turned his gaze back to the starry sky. "These are just silly dreams, they don't mean anything."

 "I rarely dream." Nightsong meowed. "Do you think you will need some poppy seeds?" she asked softly.

 "No." Tempestclaw shook his head. "I don't think that will be useful, besides, I'm very used to having these dreams." 

"It's getting late, maybe we should go back." He whispered, preparing to climb down the tree.

 Nightsong wanted to stay a while longer, but obviously Tempestclaw didn't want to continue. 

"I hope you are right." Nightsong returned to the ground, meowing.

 "For what?" Tempestclaw asked in confusion.

 "About your dream." She walked to the front of Tempestclaw. "Maybe you shouldn't ignore them."

 "I don't believe those dreams will mean anything." Tempestclaw snorted, speeding up and surpassing Nightsong.

 Nightsong slowly followed. She felt that those dreams must symbolize something, but she would be by his side no matter what happened. This was the only thing she was sure of.