Something silly i wrote for class

I had to write a story for school, and it had to have a part of a dream i had in it. This is the only explanation for the kittens.
Just something extra i wrote for Split Dreams! (... Which i still have not updated.)

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Nightmare moon was a great legend, somepony to be feared and respected. She was the mare of the night; she was the bringer of destruction, the RULER OF EQUESTRIA!
She was playing in a pile of commoner’s laundry with a group of three kittens.
Nightmare giggled and petted one of the kits that climbed onto her stomach, lying on her back with wings spread out.
“Ah! - Hahaha! Cease, Rocky! Thine paws tickle us!” She laughed, grinning.
The kitten meowed, purring and laying down on her. Nightmare watched as the other two kittens chased each other through the piles of laundry, leaping and play-fighting with each other.
A noise caught Nightmare’s attention, the sound of hooves approaching. She spotted her sister Luna approaching.
“We would have never guessed that our sister enjoyed relaxing in a launder room with kits.” She said, smiling and lying beside Nightmare.
Nightmare giggled and nuzzled her sister, then nodded.
“Remove thine armor, sister. We have no need for it here.” Insisted Nightmare.
Luna complied, removing her armor and setting it aside. A kit leapt and landed on her hooves, looking up at her curiously.
“Look, sister. She finds amusement in thine mane!” Laughed Nightmare, watching as the kit batted at Luna’s mane.
Luna watched the kit for a few moments, and then gently removed it from her hoof, placing it down to play with its sibling once more.
“Such a simple wish, sister. To lie in such a place, doing no more than play. Tell us, why this?” Asked Luna.
Nightmare gently placed the kitten on her stomach aside, properly lying down. She sighed, watching the three kits play. Suddenly, the coat colors became obvious when together.
One gray kitten, one white kitten, and one black kitten.
“Thou realizes that we do not really wish to lie in soiled clothes.” Mumbled Nightmare.
Luna slowly nodded, extending one wing over her sister’s shoulders comfortingly. She laid her head against Nightmare’s silently.
“… We just wish to be with our sisters.” Whispered Nightmare quietly. “We… We never had a foalhood, truly.”
Luna gave a soft chuckle. “Awaken, sister. We are still foals. We can still play.”
“… Luna?” Wondered Nightmare, glancing at her sister.
“Aye, we are a dream walker. Awaken, sister.”

Nightmare moon awoke in her bed; Luna lay beside her, slowly waking as well.
Nightmare was silent, but then suddenly, Luna hugged her.
“Sister! We shall call upon Celestia, and play in the royal gardens together!” She cried.
“L-Luna!?” Cried Nightmare, shocked.
She slowly smiled, easily escaping her sibling’s grasp.
“Whichever of us is last to the chambers is a foul garment!” Cried Nightmare playfully, leaping towards the door.
“Unfair! Nightmare, we weren't ready! You tricked us!” Called Luna behind her, still scrambling to escape the covers.
Nightmare laughed gleefully, opening the door and spreading her wings, gently fluttering as she ran.
“SISTER! THOU CHEATS! WAIT FOR US!” Shouted Luna, galloping to catch up.
“Luna becomes a wet cloak! We are victorious!” Giggled Nightmare, stopping to let her sister catch up.
“Nightmare is a muddy saddle!” Retorted Luna, slowing down once she’d caught up.
“Tis’ better than a wet cloak!” Joked Nightmare, grinning.
Luna grumbled, trying not to smile and failing. She playfully bumped against Nightmare as they trotted to the throne room.
“Sister.” Mumbled Luna as they walked.
“Yes? We do not really think Luna is a wet cloak.”
Luna giggled, shaking her head. “No, thou didn't mean that. We know.”
“What, then?”
“We wish to ask why thee dreamt such a thing as that.”
Nightmare rolled her eyes, and sighed. “… We… We wanted to play.”
“The launder room?”
“We h-haven’t seen many rooms.” Mumbled Nightmare, blushing and holding up a wing to her face.
“… Hmmm?” Luna leaned closer, smiling mischievously.
“Hush! We simply found that… that the launder room was best!”
“Mhhhmmmm?”
“Nothing! Nothing- Hush! Husssh!” Nightmare waved her hoof slightly, trying to deter her sister.
“Fine, we will not ask further.”
Nightmare sighed in relief, lowering her wing. She would die of embarrassment if anyone found out she liked the laundry room.
“Perhaps one of the servants?” Guessed Luna, snickering.
“Sister!” Cried Nightmare, softly shoving Luna away with one hoof. The only response she received was laughter.
“What’s this about our servants?” Asked a familiar voice.
Luna and Nightmare Moon looked up, spotting Celestia on her throne. They’d walked right into the Throne room and didn't realize it.
“Ah! Nothing, Nothing! Luna said nothing!” Cried Nightmare, slapping a wing over her sibling’s muzzle.
Luna sputtered and ducked under Nightmare’s wing. “Nightmare likes the launder servants!”
“We do not!” Cried Nightmare.
Celestia simply laughed kindly. “Oh, does she now?”
Nightmare growled and climbed onto Luna’s back, mussing up her hair with her hooves.
“Hey- Hey! Mine mane! Ahh! Nightmare!!” Cried Luna, rolling onto her side.
“Alright, that’s enough. Stop fighting, you two.” Said Celestia, gentle but stern. She separated the two with magic and placed them down beside each other.
Luna giggled, trying to fix her mane. Nightmare pouted at Luna, but smiled at her sister and shook her head.
“Now, did you want something?” Asked Celestia.
“Oh! Oh! We wanted to play in the royal gardens with thee!” Cried Nightmare.
“Pleeease Tia? Pleeeaaaasee?” Begged Luna, giving their eldest sister puppy eyes.
Celestia laughed gently. “Alright, alright. We’ll go play in the gardens.”
The two younger siblings cheered, racing towards the gardens.
“Last to arrive is a soiled cap!” Called Nightmare.
“No! Auugh! Siiisteeerr!” Cried Luna.
Playful laughter followed them through the halls, and Celestia sighed. She slowly began walking after them. She smiled, wondering how often it was she earned the title ‘Soiled Cap’.

Comments

[Brony1314]

Nice little short story. Maybe you can add it to a later chapter of Split Dreams.