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The misty air foamed inside the spacious den. It was as if the strong humidity was teasing the white tom, trying to drag him out of his amicable slumber. The droplet's wet texture rolled off the ivory fur and sent a piercing chill through his spine. Harmless yet uncontrollable flinches were summoned within the smallest limbs of his body. The weather wasn't suitable to any morning.
The perfect posture of his body portrayed the gentle and princely charm he possesses. Even the lightest gash or scar can only crack the fragile perfection he claims. With such kit-like features, couple of she-cats would wander by to replenish their hunger of simply stealing one glance of his gentle image. And careful not to wake the majestic tom, they scurry away like mouses hiding from their predators. Although he may have the looks, his small habits and expectations can be a pain to the tail.
Many wondered what kind of dreams would cloud within that little mind of his. A lard portion of predictions are related to harmless dreams that would only be thought of during the fairing day. Others believed it was nothing but a pitch, black thought. However...today is different.
His eyes couldn't squint any tighter, as if averting himself from witnessing a horrid scene. The smooth, white tail of his rolled and tapped against his well-made nest. As if crunching up the last bits of last night's meal, he barred his teeth and released distorted growls. His overall expression resembled a traitor feeling guilt, a punished kit or perhaps a shocked witness. Could he be dreaming of a nightmare? Or maybe...an unwanted memory?
The climax of his dream couldn't be handled any longer. As if encountering an army of vicious badgers, he whipped his eyes open to reveal that pale sapphire shade. Once returning back to reality, he sat up from his nest with his head bend back. The tom's mouth was open, as if hoarding all the fresh, salty air he can breathe. His clear vision slowly started to return, his heart settling from the horrid images and head gently lowering. The sensational warmth within each part of his body was gone, strongly numb from the bleak rain. Finally discovering his current location, he heaved in and released an exhausting sigh of relief. His stunned gaze didn't change a bit and only starred dully at his paws. Normally Ivoryscale is peeved by unnecessary messes; however the scattered strays of moss from his bedding didn't even concern him at the moment. He was just relieved, no..ecstatic, to find himself back in his own Clan camp.

"My StarClan..." he breathed shakily.

Ivoryscale finished his morning routine of ongoing cleaning and grooming. Until satisfied with the state and texture of his fur, he finally decided to leave the dark den. The dazed and stunned look still settled into his gaze, making him look close to ill. Even the sense of direction with his pawsteps were crooked and unstable. Water. I need water. Thoughts of fresh, chilling drips of water lapped onto his tongue resembled the cure of snapping out of this shocked state.
Examining the conditions of certain puddles, Ivoryscale cringed distastefully at the unsanitary ones. He finally reached a clear puddle, clean enough to see his own reflection. Cautiously, he took a quick but small lap to judge the taste of the water. It tasted cool and refreshing, just as expected. Ivoryscale closed his heavy eye-lids to enjoy the chilling sensation being send from the droplets onto his tongue. He continued to quench his thirst, hoping his thoughts will be erased sooner or later.

[The tom's barren gaze stood still in an abundant state, not wincing from the smallest pigment. His thoughts were whirled into a disastrous storm and lost in the raging ocean. That dream. It only took the smallest noise to interrupt his pondering thoughts and bring reality rushing before his eyes. The white tom flinched and casted a bright glance at his leader. With his instincts getting the best of him, he greeted his leader like he does with every she-cats; bowing in fine posture and lightly but slightly romantically licking her cheek in greeting. With such high-class manners, many toms were disgusted by his train of thoughts. And to this point on, he wasn't surprised.
Ivoryscale's right ear perked by his leader's concern. It was pointless and pathetic to make excuses or lie to Shiftstar, she's a keen one and already sensed the eerie feeling that taunts him. With a simple shake of his head, he then pulled his handsome gaze away and focused back to the distant scene of the ocean.]

"No, my dear. My heart and mind seems to be at lost in the great Dark Forest itself." he spoke in his charming note.

[The tom's enchating smile returned and his glowing, sapphire eyes focused back to his leader.]

"But please..fair she-cat, do not concern yourself with my shaming thoughts. This is something I must solve on my own." he whispered.

[Quick, he must change this awkward chat. With a question formed on the top of his mind, he didn't hesitate.]

"How are you fairing, Shiftstar?"

(@Sylvaky: Let me know if you don't want Ivoryscale to notice the scratches, then i'll edit it xD)

"Thank you." he whispered, warmingly.

[The numbness soon washed away and fleed from his skin. His leader's comforting words got to his mind and sucked out the venom that was slowly poisoning him. There is a whole clan at your back if by chance you need us. The white tom gazed back at the body of water and gently closed his eyes to absorb all the kind support, smiling gingerly. Shiftstar's answer to his question didn't even reach his ears...only her sweet scent managed to enter his small nostrils. Gradually, he revealed the vibrant sapphire color of his gaze and looked back at Shiftstar.]

"Such a fostered heart you carry, and a fair she-cat you appear as before my eyes. Must I say that...you are truly a leader I am proud to honor and respect. A leader I am proud to befriend." Ivoryscale said in his gentle tone, putting passion into each word he spoke.

[Those charming eyes started to bright up with hope as to imaging the events he will experience with his dear leader. Not ever did he approach her this closely, but ecstatic to meet such a maiden. The warming feeling soon shattered into pieces as something caught his eye. Upon the alluring face of hers, was a scratch. He had the tendency to aid to her wounds but considered his manners first. A she-cat must be treated properly and respectfully, after all. Ivoryscale pressed his chilled nose against her scratch, addressing the wound. Charmingly, he smiled at her and inched closer.]