Pool of Dreams

Prologue.
I'm feeling like I am burning inside, it hurts my lungs and it is burning deeply into my heart. It feels like a needle which is forcefully being attached to you bare skin, smoke is surrounded by my crying body and I only hope for a miracle which is possibly isn't going to happen.
Tears has striked down into the hard earth as I hear all the screaming creatures running away from the burning trees, and I, myself, I hear my inaudible inhales, it strikes into me.
The fire continued on it's own, and it is now burning the leafy trees which were so naturally beautiful, but the fire caused them a makeover which made a natural disaster. And I can only imagine myself how could it possibly feel if I only opened my eyes.
I felt my paws aching against the hard earth. I feel the heat on my soft paws, these paws, are my everything and I cant belive I will probably loose them. What if I will loose myself anyways? All this hard work of attempting to become what I have always wanted has drowned in the smokey waves the fire shoots. I wish for a miracle.
But instead, I feel myself being picked up. Why? Where am I going?
I am bouncing, more like shaking in someone's tight grip. Their sharp teeth tightly held my skin which was in a high heat. I could feel myself again, slowly.
The screaming and yelling, they are soon gone, I feel everything fading away.
I force myself to open my eyes, but why can't I still see nothing? I wanna see the world, the burning forest itself and the natural disaster the rogues has caused, killing way too many innocent creatures which has done nothing, exposing prey that we eat into the burning waves, with priceless exists which are possibly named death.
The bare trees are slowly becoming ashes, and the screams are dying within the fire. It is unstoppable, nothing is left except hope. If I only had hope, I'd force myself to be awake.
But I never feel awake.
It's already been a while ever since I am laying on this cavern, and I hear the audible drops slowly land on the cool cavern floor. The cavern had an abnormaly large exist which the moonlight was allowed to be exposed inside, lighting up the praying cats which were disscussing together with silence. Some even are sitting by themselves and only stare at their own reflection which was on the crystal looking water.
"I am concerned about this one," I hear a she-cat, some sort of voice. It was really soft and she had a british accent, and I could feel it dancing in my ears. "I don't think he will survive any time soon."
Wont survive!? What does she mean by that!
"I disagree with you, Fallingpaw." I heard a tom, with a really deep voice and I kinda disliked it, but at least I can hear something, and wont be stuck here with ears but no use to them. I am not useless.
"But Emberstripe," I think her name was Fallingpaw, I hope so. "Look at his condition. Frostmoon didn't come back with her herbs yet." She exclaimed. "In fact, I dont think any herbs will be out there! It's all burnt and we need to stay here until everything is not on fire!" She sounds like she snapped at the elder one, and I could sense her worries.
"Hush Fallingpaw!" Another she-cat's voice started echoing through the soon-drying cavern. "Don't show a disrespectful attitude towards your mentor! You dont want to clean all the dens!" 
Fallingpaw begun to stutter as she slowly ducked her head down, the first thing she notices is the crying pool with herself reflected on it. "Sorry, Emberstripe." She quietly sighed, her tail was curling around her paws.
I still can't see anything, dear StarClan, when am I gonna be awake!
"Hello?" Another she-cat voice was slowly echoing through the cavern, and the drops continued to fall on their own, causing to create a slight glare as the moonlight exposed against them.
"Frostmoon!" Everyone stood up, heading towards the she-cat, or whatsoever. I still feel myself, I force myself to wake up. "Hurry! He is dying!"
Everyone started calling, and my breathe shook again. I hear pawsteps thundered against the cavern cool floor, gathering around my lifeless body, or at least it seems like it.
Paws were gently holding my shoulder, and I could feel myself being treated differently than the dancing fire treated me. I feel soft brushing paws on my gums, and my jaws forcefully open. 
My tail began to firmly lash around the cats as in a sign of being uncomfortable. I couldnt understand the situation because I can't even open my eyes! Wake up already!
"Hurry up!" I heard a tom with a stuttering voice, yet so soft and passionate. I couldnt really tell if they actually were worried, or they still wanted me alive. I don't even know if these phrases are both the same.
"Dont rush her, Wolfkit!" Fallingpaw growled with annoyance, the moonlight is flashing over her eyes, and her rage, worry and confuse could be really noticeable.
"Sorry!" The kit, well, I think Wolfkit was slowly rushing to the other side of the cavern, but I still cant hear every gossip and discussion which is happening in this situation.
Until I finally wake up!
I started blinking until the pitch black started to fade away, and I even forced myself to make it happen even faster. The moonlight was exposed on my creamy pelt, and my eyes flashed a soft glare around the cavern. I notice the natural beauty which is happening in the cavern, I hear the water flowing down, which was provided with glittering stars and beautiful fading reflections.
"You're awake!" They cheered.
Yes, I am awake.
I.
The dancing moonlight has been occurring down the obscure cavern. The windy night sky is glowing with the bright stars and the cats only pray for the better. "Laurelstar?" A soft voice formed behind the slate she-cat, a gaze wandered around the cave. "Yes, Foxpaw?"
Her voice stiffened as she returned herself towards the small-sized apprentice. "The kit is awake," Foxpaw announced. "He looks like a 5 moon one." his statement caused Laurelstar to slightly duck her head down, her tail continued on it's own as Foxpaw expected for an answer. "Alright, I will talk to him." She turned her body, gently pushing herself upwards as she emerged from the rocky area. Her paws rumbled against the cool floor as she ambled towards the group of cats who surrounded a small one.
With a blink of an eye, the slate she-cat swiftly pushed herself to the situation, her body ducked in between some warriors who sat there in concern, and eyes are traveling around the laying cat with it's ears curled down to the back of his neck. "Hello." she greets, her tail is low down to her hind legs. "And what happened to you?" her calm voice faded as she sat down nearby a gold-pelted she-cat with green eyes that glinted with sparkles and shine. "Oh, I am Runningkit," the creamy looking tom introduced as he sat into his sitting position, his paws are tightly sticked together in concern. "My Clan threw me out and I started to colapse as I felt the fire." Runningkit gently gave his muzzle a straightforward lick as he cleared his throat again. "Then the last thing I remember is waking up here," his statement caused a dark shaded apprentice to butt into the situation.
"Who is this?"
His dark eyes followed to the kit who was gaining all the atention. His perky ears rose as his fur bristled uncontrollably. "No need to worry, Shadowpaw." Announced Goldenheart. "He wont hurt you."
The dark looking tom snarled once more before giving his paw a neat clean. "I suppose, he is pretty tiny." a sigh escaped from Shadowpaw as he stood forward, examining the small striped kit. "I'm Shadowpaw," He shoots a stare, surprisingly for Runningkit, he was slightly frightened by the massive looking tom in front of his blue eyes. "Runningkit," he replied with concern.
"You look scared," Wolfkit cried out. "You dont have to be!" Wolfkit's paw violated Runningkit's privacy and space. 
Runningkit didnt dislike that at all, in fact, Runningkit has a strange activity of playing a lot. He likes to socialize even though he is a stranger. "Fine." his shoulders shrugged as he got up, chasing away Wolfkit. "Rah! Hah!" He playfully meowed as he pawed Wolfkit's body, the group of cats watched silently as some only exchange glances. Their softness in their sparkly gaze followed towards the two playing kits as the moonlight overlapped on their bright fur. 
Runningkit continued to run against the rocky ground and probably tripped on a rock twice or more. His enjoyment took over his body as he continued to rush around with energy. "Watch where you are going!"
"Ow!" Runningkit fell down and all he could see is pitch black, obviously. His eyes shut as he fell onto the rocky ground, his tail brushed against the ground. "Sorry," Runningkit apologizes. "I was playing with Wolfkit!"
"You cant play now, we need time to think about how are we gonna get back to camp!"
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