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Literature

Past Self Meme: Puddlestorm

Puddlestorm was confused at first when he woke up, not feeling the familiar warmth of his mate by his side. As he opened his eyes though, he didn't even see the den walls, but found himself in an open field, a night sky full of stars twinkling down at him. The sentry immeatedly jumped to his paws. For a moment he wasn't sure how he even got here, but then it clicked. Could this be a dream? It did remind him somewhat of how he woke up in the dark forest. Thankfully this didn't seem to be another visit there. Starclan maybe? But if this was starclan, where was the cat that brought him here? "Excuse me?" Puddlestorm nearly jumped out of his fur at the sudden noise, turning quickly to see who had wanted his attention. His eyes widened as he was met with a kit. The small Tom seemed familiar, but Puddlestorm couldn't quite tell why. He opened his jaws to speak, but was beaten to it by the kitten. "Are you a starclan cat!?" The kit squealed, seeming excited. "Are you gonna give me a prophecy? Or-or is it about my dad? Are you gonna tell me who it is?" Puddlestorm couldn't find a moment to speak as he was hit with questions. He knew this cat wasn't from starclan at least. The last two questions though actually helped him realise who the kit was. It was him. The tail probably threw him off, given Puddlestorm had lost his. It was definitely him though, just much, much smaller, and with that spring in his step all kits seemed to have. It made sense, this version of himself hadn't gone through any of the traumas he had... Though why was he meeting his younger self? A test from starclan? Maybe just a dream. All he knew was that he probably shouldn't scar the poor kit by recounting the future. It'd..... probably be best to pretend he was from starclan. Even if it was just a dream, he'd rather not risk dealing with a horrified kitten. "Yes, I am a starclan cat, Puddlekit," Puddlestorm said, trying to to grin at the small gasp from the kit. It did make him feel very cool. "Do-do I get a prophecy?" Puddlekit asked, seeming to almost vibrate in excitement. Right, prophecy... Well he knew of at least one warning to give. "I have a warning for Icestar. A tom who shuns their kits has no place in the clans." Stoneclaw didn't deserve to stay in the clans, but he hadn't done anything to deserve execution, not yet. "This is a very important message. Can I trust you to deliver it?" His younger self nodded, puffing out his chest. "I promise! But.....can I ask a question?" Should he risk that? Well it was only one. "You may ask one question." He'd have to dodge any questions about Stoneclaw. "Um, okay.....so my mom wants me to be a courser, but I want to be a sentry. Should I listen to her?" Oh. OH. That was simple. Puddlestorm almost wanted to just say to become a sentry, but then his younger self wasn't exactly making it. "Choose whatever feels right." "Oh, okay." Puddlestorm could tell the kit wished he had just told him yes or no, but he still wants his younger self to make that decision. He bent forward to press his muzzle to the kit's head, hoping to give him some comfort with the action. However as his muzzle touched Puddlekit... He woke up.