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Dawn light shone from the light sky, lighting the Twolegplace with a hazey yellow light. The Twolegplace itself was brighter and more vivid than a cat could imagine, green bushes bursting with flowers, monsters barking loudly and small shapes, possibly rats or prey, dashing from crevice to crevice, hiding from the shining sun. Peonysky's face melted in awe as she looked around, patched golden pelt bristling with fear and admiration at the same time, as if she couldn't quite put a paw on her feelings for the strange place.

Her littermate, Iceshard, had been captured by Twolegs for a few moons now. He taken when he'd gone to collect some special herbs, probably Horsetail, for Featherfall, ShadeClan's old Medicine cat. She'd waited for him the entire night, at first entertained, as if he'd been trying to scare her by taking a little longer than usual, but as time past by and the dawn sun began to roll up the violet sky, which was turning a creamy pink, anxiety began consuming her and she slowly realized the danger of the situation. Fear and anguish had consumed her for the first quarter moons, turmoil joining in the mix, and depression struck. She still remember the horrible thoughts, the idea of a monster crushing him, the prospect of a large dog leaving him to bleed out on the side of the thunder path or rats swarming over him, eventually killing him from infection. The thoughts swarmed over her like a hive full of angry bees which she couldn't swarm away, stinging you until all you could do was curl up into a small ball, feeling your swollen body parts sting and swell from infection, venom slowly reaching her blood paths.
She'd retired from being a Warrior back then, unable to cope with the daily stress of a Warrior's tasks, as well as worry and fear for her brother. Even so, her thoughts and ideas slowly began to change as she saw Warriors chattering happily throughout ShadeClan, discussing the latest Clan topics behind a thick bramble bush or padding near the fresh kill pile and grooming each other's fur. Peonysky remembered how she'd looked at her own pelt, greasy and matted, burrs and bristles tangled up in the knot known as her fur. How did I let myself become like this? She'd realized her mistake, how she'd been caught up in herself so much that she didn't have any hope, ignoring what her brother would've wanted her to do in memory of him.
To live.
To enjoy.
To love.
A lump had swelled up in her throat, and for the first time in many days, she padded out of the Warriors Den. Cats glanced at her, surprised by the fact that she'd even existed. She'd been gone for so many sunrises that she was quite surprised to see recognition in their gazes. She padded through the camp's clearing shyly at first, as if self conscious of they way she looked, matted gold pelt and all, but soon she became more confident, striding gracefully at full height by the time she'd reached the Medicine Cat den. She looked around, puzzled as she tried to find Featherfall yet couldn't see him anywhere. To be continued...

(Sorry, I couldn't finish it! I wouldn't call this my best, as I was trying to do writing prompt #1 and got a little carried away 😂. For a better piece of writing, look at the prologue for my book Silence. Hope you like it! [May finish it later])