Hushed Willows His plans always worked

Maybe one of the new Marauders? All welcome though!

Trick lay on the ridge, his ridge, somewhere to the side of The Keep. It was here he had met Teagan for the first time, someone who he now viewed as his only friend. He never had a friend before... This couldn't go well. Teagan would be thrown away like everyone else in his life that had tried breaking down his walls. No one would get to him. He was Trick, god damn it! If he couldn't be happy, no one could!

He turned in his sleep, eyes flickering open once in a while, his panting soft and steady yet trembling with fear. It was a nightmare again, but this one was new. Normally, they were about how his family-his real- family was murdered by the thing that now called himself his father. But that night, they were about the Marauders. It was about all of them, even Kunkun, weakened by the famine. They were at war, and Trick could only look. His dream self's eyes lingered on the fiery pelt of his dream gay lover, fighting one of the wolves who Trick thought to be the enemy. "No!" Trick called out as he saw Grace running for her life but fall over with that limp of hers. This was chaos, the thing he loved, why was he crying again? 

In reality, he was only mumbling nonsense, but in his dream he was shouting for them to fight. He tried to get down the ridge he was standing on, watching them fight underneath him in a place that closely resembled hell. But the more he tried to go down, the higher the ridge became. He risked it all and leaped down, and that was the moment he awoke.

Panting, he opened his now dull green eyes, looking around. He was here, the marauders were, everything was well. He could see it was already morning, but he felt no desire to get up. Instead, he pulled himself up in a sitting position and stared at his petite paws that had helped cure so many ill travelers. He didn't care, did he?