Published 2021-02-02Camilla Ochlan
Tyrin woke with a start. The tiny orange kitten blinked and wiped his bleary eyes with the squishy, bean-shaped pads of his fluffy white paws. Still coiled in his favorite twisted sleeping pose, the little cat drowsily marveled at a most unusual sight.
Across from him, in the far corner of his tree-knot den, hunkered his twin brother Tormy, half-sitting, half-reclining.
Tyrin knew right away that this was a fancy because his much larger twin couldn't possibly fit into the oak's snug hideaway. But more importantly, the feline mirage didn't smell at all like his brother. It didn't smell like anything whatsoever.
Yet, there sat a superbly detailed vision of Tormy, golden orange legs awkwardly arranged as if he were trying to keep all weight off his paws, coat dirty and matted, whiskers drooping. Tormy had followed his adventuring tunnel out of the Cat Lands many moonrises ago. And while Tyrin missed his twin, the two younglings played chase in the dreamings every night after they'd both fallen asleep. And after the game, Tormy would tell Tyrin stories about his latest exploits, his hero adventuring person Omy, and his new home in Melia. But this night, the dreamings had been different, and that weighed on Tyrin.
The little cat uncurled his spine and reached out his front paws as if trying to grab the tendrils of ephemeral images starting to escape his consciousness.