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Cool! Can I have one?!

Please do captioning, no voices and no music, but please caption the words they speak. Darkpaw is a dark gray she cat with blue eyes; Sunpaw is a golden tabby with green eyes; Mistwail is a star-cat, so you can draw him as a pale gray with star-like spots, like you'd imagine a StarClan cat. Sort of.

woke up early. She was used to Sunpaw not being there, so it startled her when Sunpaw’s fur brushed her leg. She prodded her sister. “Sunpaw, what are you doing here?” Sunpaw woke with a start. “I could ask you the same thing. You’re in the medicine den.” Darkpaw was confused. “No, I’m in the apprentices’ den.” A voice from behind them startled the two. “Darkpaw, your sister sees you in her den. Sunpaw, to Darkpaw you are in her den.” “Who was that?” Sunpaw fretted. “I don’t know,” Darkpaw whimpered. “On the count of three, we’ll both turn around and look. One, two…. Three!” The apprentices whirled around. A star-cat was standing in their den. “Are you from the Vision Clan of the Sky?” Darkpaw gasped in amazement. “Not exactly,” the star-cat huffed. “I am a spirit of this world; merely a wandering thing left to give prophecies I do not understand and deliver messages to others. According to my Master, Lochin, I, Mistwail the Messanger for the High Lochin, am to send the two of you to sleep.” “Sleep?” Sunpaw shrieked. “No! I will not go to sleep right now for anything!” “You have to do this,” Mistwail insisted. “When you wake up, although you did not view the events that happened when you slept, you will remember them. You will be in a long slumber for ten years, and yet never grow older. You will live long and know more than anyone!” “Won’t our Clanmates be scared if we suddenly go off to sleep and they can’t wake us up?” Darkpaw inquired. “No,” Mistwail grunted. “You will fade from your den to become- well, ghosts of a sort, living in your dreams yet not in life.” “Okay,” Darkpaw meowed. “Ten years of dreaming, though, wow… does it have to be ten?” “No, Darkpaw!” Sunpaw wailed. “We can’t do this! To be honest, I kind of love Crowtail, and if the Clan keeps changing through the years, he’d be dead when we wake, surely! I can’t let that happen! Besides, both he and Foxscar will be frantic if they can’t find us!” “Sunpaw,” Darkpaw protested, “I think we have to. I feel a compelling urge to follow this Mistwail cat.” “Yes,” Mistwail hissed, “you must. The Clan will be able to defeat any enemy that attacked during your slumber, for you will remember their fighting strategies, and when they strike. I will send you on your way now. So long, and have good dreams, you hear?” Mistwail shoved the apprentices into a strange dark mass. Sunpaw’s wailing rang in the star-cat’s ears, but he paid no heed. He knew it must be done.