Jaypaw fell. Well at least I'm not drenched. Wait a second, why am I dry? Breezepaw if I get my paws on you-, at this point he felt something scatching at his pelt. It felt like falling through sticks. What's going on? What's going on! What's going on! One of his outstretched paws hit a solid object that felt like bark. He tried to sink his claws into it, but nothing seemed to happen and his paw bounced off without effect. He hit another branch. “Fox dung!”
“Jaypaw, is that you?” he heard Leafpool's familiar voice before crashing into the cold, wet, ground. “Jaypaw, are you all right?”
“Probably not? I'm not in that much pain, though. I think I'm in shock.”
“I was looking for herbs but I didn't find any.”
“Where's the horse?” he asked.
“Um, your probably still confused from your fall. You should probably rest.”
She's lying to me. I know she's lying to me. How should I confront her though? Hold on, the ground around me is kind of, soft. Like a thin layer of snow. But the only lair of snow like this, is Shadowclan. “We're in Shadowclan! Why are we in Shadowclan?”
“Gyaahh,” he heard Breezepaw screaming above him.
“Breezepaw!” he shouted before Breezepaw landed on him. “Breezepaw, why did you jump on me!?”
“Why didn't you get out of the way!?”
“And how was I supposed to know where to go!?”
“Maybe you could just see me! Oh, that's right, you can't because you’re blind!”
“Don't tease my brother! That's my job,” Lionpaw said as he walked up. His pawsteps were heavier than his usual stomping. Odd.
“Did someone tie rocks to your paws Lionpaw,” teased Jaypaw.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“You're as loud as a horse! Every prey from Thunderclan camp to the Tribe of rushing water would be scared off by that racket.”
Thump! “Oh, that's not going to work now.” Crash!
“Get off,” moaned Breezepaw.
“Oh,” responded Crowfeather. The snow crunched as he got off.
“Hahaha, you looked so dumb being landed on,” said Lionpaw.
“For your personally edification,” commented Hollypaw, “I would like to add that I, mostly gracefully-”
“You were not graceful!” objected Lionpaw.
“Don't interrupt me! I'm going back to the side of the clearing where the sane people are.”
Jaypaw tried to follow her, but as he got up a rock hit him in the leg. “Who did that?” he shouted.
“Who did what?” asked Leafpool, returning from the other side of the clearing.
“Someone hit me with a rock.”
“You're probably just imagining it.”
“You're just trying to save Breezepaw's fleabitten pelt.”
“So, you think you could take him?”
“Just tell me where he is.”
“Just follow me to the others and then get some sleep. I made you a den.”
“Yes, oh great, all-knowing mentor,” snarked Jaypaw.a
“Just follow me,” huffed Leafpool. He followed her across the clearing. She led him to a nest. “This nest is yours. I'll be right beside you if you need anything.”
“Stop acting like you're my mother.” He smelled a dark, mysterious emotion wafting off of her.
“Goodnight anyway Jaypaw.”
Jaypaw found himself in an expanse of colorful spheres resembling a starry sky. He looked down, and saw more of the same, spanning off forever. He also saw two dark blue legs. “What am I?” He decided to investigate the spheres, as they were not a normal part of his dreams. Upon closer examination he discovered they held moving images. The one he had approached held a pink horse and a green lizard in a twoleg nest. They were dashing around making a mess everywhere.
“Gummy, put the flour into the batter,” said the horse. The lizard poured some white dust into an off white goop.
“It's a horse too. I wonder if I can talk to it?” He cautiously stepped into the orb.
“Oh hello there, I'm Pinkie Pie. Me and Gummy are making cupcakes! Do you want to join us?” the pink horse said quickly.
“Um, well, I don't know how,” he began.
“Oh don't worry it's easy, I'll teach you!”
“I think I'll just watch for now,” he responded quickly.
“Okie dokie lokie!” The pink pony went back to her task.
“What is baking?” asked Gummy. “Is it nothing more than the endless search for the perfect cake? And what is a cake, but a constant reminder that we're all one roc attack away from oblivion?” Jaypaw stared at the talking lizard. “And what of the poor cat? Never tasting confection of any type, destined to forever yearn for a fullness they can never have.”
Jaypaw decided to leave these two strange creatures and return to the Orb-field. Once outside of the dream he spoke. “Observing people's dreams could be a good way of learning about this place.” He looked over to another orb where a blue winged horse with a striped mane appeared, hovering over a light, overly colorful landscape filled with large yellow flowers. She looked around as all the flowers started singing a happy tune.
“We are such, happy flowers, we will now, sing for hours.
“Aren't we unbearably cute!” At this point a menacing tone crept into their song. One pulled out a stick and said, “Watch me solo on jazz flute!”
“Come on!” shouted the horse. “Not you guys again! Wasn't once bad enough!” It rushed at the flower that was making weird noises on its stick, only for the flower to shrink down into the ground and pop up behind the horse.
The flowers kept messing with the horse for many heartbeats. Then a new horse arrived, from outside the orb. It was larger than the other two horses Jaypaw had seen tonight, and its starry blue mane and tail waving in the breeze. The only problem was that they kept flowing after the horse landed, and there was no wind in the Orb-field. The new horse also possessed a horn. It entered the orb and spoke in a commanding tone, "Enough!" Then she flashed her horn so bright Jaypaw had to look away. When he looked back the flowers were gone.
“Thanks Princess, those guy just kept singing that sappy song.”
“You are most welcome. Now I must get going, pleasant dreams.” And with that the big winged horned horse flew away again.
Another in the dreamscape? Maybe they're part of this world's Starclan? He decided to go investigate other dreams and see what he could glean of this world.