Dewshadow flicked their tail, chilled by the other stories told that night but determined to tell their own. “Many cats fear the dark, what creatures lurk right outside our vision, But us windclan cats know to fear the day, not only the hot temperatures that blaze hot enough to kill, or sands that shine bright enough to blind and burn hot enough to scorch the paws of cats. Yes, these things are dangerous, but they don't inspire the deep fear that grips the heart and chills the soul. they just bring out our prudent caution. After all, beneath the sands, beneath the scorpions and the stones and the dried out brush, and beneath the stars at night, there is a coolness. The desert sun sets, starclan smiles down, and we thrive. The true horror is in the minds of cats brave, bold, stupid enough to venture out in the desert by heat of day. The Sun creeps into their minds, tangling up thoughts, showing them visions and dreams and driving them to desperation. Every windclan kit has heard ghost stories of cats stranded in bare stretches of desert, convinced that their friends are holding water from them and killing them in rage. Every windclan kit has heard of cats with blank eyes, souls hollowed out like living ghosts, convinced the desert winds speak to them and the sand sustains them. Whether these cats really existed is hard to say, but whether they are fiction or fact does not change the truth, that while scary stories might thrive at night, true horrors live in the day, by the desert sun.” Dewshadow finished their story in a hushed whisper, glancing at the other cats, hoping to see approval in the eyes their clanmates, before sitting down and gently coiling their tail around them
story by me, lazy art by me too because i drew it when i was ✨grounded✨ and drawing on scratch using a trackpad is hard
