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Here the silence was heavy, and it weighed upon her very core. It shocked her, for without mulling over it even once, or bothering to consider it prior, she had always believed that she'd been raised in a lonely, lingering quiet. Now it crashed upon her, the odd but undeniable truth: that it was a lie. Instead, her life had been lived to a constant back-ground of pseudo-silence, of noises so familiar that they were meaningless to the ear, that they became a sort of quiet musical chorus to the sway of everyday life. The roar and rumble of cars racing past on worn streets, the soft tap, rasp, and crackle of heavy footsteps on a gravel path, the almost melodic intonations of a foreign tongue whispering meaningless sound, conveying unidentifiable messages; it was her familiar. Those were the noises that framed her life, and now?
The silence of the forest felt like a tug towards insanity.
And yet, it was not silent. Far from it. Among the shadows barely tinted by moonlight, hidden in plain sight or just out of view, behind leaves and in muddy pockets, or among the tree branches or right under her paws, the creatures of the forest produce the new orchestra of sounds just steps away from familiar; an ominous blend of being heard a thousand times and being frightfully new. The forest didn't scare her, new places and scenery had become the common motif of her life story. Instead, it was the looming realization that in time, it would become her new familiar; and that produced a restlessness in her that she hadn't felt in a long, long time.
She took a breath; a quiet gasp of air into her weary lungs, a way of settling her nerves. Then, with nothing but a small flick of her whiskers, Diamondcascade reoriented herself, and continued on into the depths of the forest, the path before her dimly lit by the illumination of the yellowing crescent moon above her.
Emberburn had been running through the forest, well to most it would have been running, but his long legs allowed him to cover ground quickly without moving at a high rate of speed. He wasn't running from anything in particular, he'd just suddenly felt the urge to run. He kept his steps light, so not to chase off all the prey in the forest. He was caught off guard when suddenly Diamondcascade appeared before him. He hadn't been paying attention to the sounds and scents around him so he was completely blind sided when he saw her. He skidded to a stop just in time. "Hello!" the leggy dark red and ginger tom greeted her. "Enjoying the beautiful evening?" he asked.
She would have supposed a sudden voice, mixed with the quick and unexpected arrival of the cat it belonged to, would have alarmed her, and it chilled even her the calmness of which she reacted to the sudden approach. Were these cats and their customs, their odd bluntness and unprovoked amiable nature, becoming her new norm? She didn't think the questions, merely there was an ever present sense of the nature of these inquiries that created a sort of atmosphere, a daunting cloud of unease that incircled her with a sense of prickling dread. And what an odd thing to feel dread over, made uncomfortable by those she had accepted, even if only recently, to call family; or at the least, promised to protect them as she would her own kin, if she had any to her name.
Knowing this, she attempted with all the strength of a logical disposition to quell the odd, viceral unease that had arose in her. It was impossible, but she suceeded at least in a facade of conquering the odd flood of emotion, of which, as the oddest emotions often are, were beyond her concept of describing in full even to herself.
She gave a small flick of her tail to Emberburn, a quick, hollow dip of her head. "Something like that." She agreed, but her words couldn't have been dryer. "Are you doing the same? It seems like you were running. It's a nice night for it, if you're in to that sort of thing." Her eyes held a sort of distant, glazed look, but her words held an intonation as to be friendly, if not the slightest bit preoccupied with other feelings and thoughts.
Emberburn gave a small smile and shrugged. "I was running, it's one of my favorite things to do." he replied. He couldn't help but notice that she seemed distant and distracted. The red and ginger tom sat down and curled his tail over his paws. "You seem distant. Are you out here pondering life tonight?" he asked in a light tone. He'd been there before, he just preferred to do so by the stream and watch the silent rippling flow of the water, there was something calming about it.
She blinked, she hadn't expected this cat to notice, nevertheless care, about her and her problems. There was a moment, a slight sliver of time, in which her defenses lowered and she gave a slow nod. "Something like that." Before she could even drawl out the first sound, her walls rose again. Trust was difficult for those who had avoided it their entire lives, compassion alone could barely buy a second's time. Still, she decided to humor him further. What was the harm? "It's easy to get lost in thought out here, something about the white noise helps for thinking." It was a partial lie, a partial truth. The orchestra of nighttime sounds had started her thinking, but they were not an initiator of any good thought. Merely the sort of disquieting things that run through one's head when faced with the question if they "regretted their choices."
Emberburn thought carefully about what Diamondcascade said for a few moments, normally when he had to think about something he just went running or he went to the stream, sometimes even both. "The stream is an easy place to do that too." he replied. "I like the sound of the water, but if you're looking for peace and quiet the moorland is the perfect place. It's stunning in the full moon too because it turns silver." he stated, remembering back to his first time seeing the moorland in the full moonlight as an apprentice.
Diamondcascade gave a small nod in understanding, mingled with partial agreement. "Those do sound like good places for thinking, although, I have to admit, I haven't seen either yet. I keep mostly to the main forest paths." She said, slight abashment slightly showing on her features as her paws shuffled a bit. Though she refused to vocally admit the reason for her embaressment to the other warrior, the rather awkward reality of her situation was that, being still rather new to the clan, and with that the territory, she feared getting lost if she ventured too far past the common forest trails. The though of the posdible repercussions of straying far from the well marked paths, from being completely and utterly lost to being possibly attacked with little reference for how to return to camp, kept her near the the pretty localized areas.
Emberburn nodded in understanding, there was a point in time where the red and ginger tom wasn't so familiar with the territory himself. "I can take you to see them if you'd like?" he offered. "The moorland also offers good hunting with rabbits and mice so it's also usually a pretty good place for a run as well." He added with a small smile.
She hesitated, not expecting such an offer. Cats were open here, and though she felt she'd ought to have gotten use to it, it never ceased to amaze her that those around her could carry such affable natures. "Well- I mean, I-I wouldn't want to be a burden, especially if you had some place you'd rather be." She sputtered out akwardly, feeling an odd tug between wishing to followed, learn more about the land and her clan-mates, and wanting to flee in a panic. How was it that when everything in her logical mind wanted to do something good for herself, a primal, raw desire to survive dragged her down into the depths of darkness?
Emberburn shook his head. "I'm completely free, I've finished hunting for the night, unless I find something on the moorland of course." he added. He turned his paws in the direction of the moorland and started off in that direction. "Come on! I think you'll find that you like the moorland!" He said.
She hesitated one more, taking a glance around the safety of this commonly traveled path, one of the few she's started to know well. And yet, taking in a deep breath to calm her shaky nearves, she nodded. "Okay." She relinted, following close behind the tom, giving a cautious glance around as the land grew less and less familiar. Still, she tried her best to keep calm, attempting to let her natural unease of the new enviorment ebb away into mild curiosity over the new places she now might come across. She let the silence hang for a while, not sure what to say that wouldn't come put to akward. Yet, after a few seconds, she settle on something. "Thank you, by the way." She said, her words still slightly sheepish, but genuine.
"Anytime!" Emberburn replied nonchalantly, giving a wave of his tail. He stopped at the edge of the forest where it met the moorland. "Here we are." he said, his gaze scanning over the tall grass. Some nights he would sit and watch and listen to the grass sway in the breeze but there was no breeze tonight so it was silent. He slipped seamlessly into the tall grass, beckoning Diamondcascade to follow him with a flick of his tail.
Though still moving with relative insecurity and a hint of concern, she kept behind the tom. It was actually quiet here. Even the normal sounds of the deeper part of the forest seemed to have slipped away into a far distance. She was sure, if she strained her ears hard enough, there was the faintest hint of the chirps of crickets. At the time, it was now so far away that she couldn't tell what was the sound of crickets and what was an auditory illusion.
She looked around however, in an attempt to take in her surrounding. "So..." She started, letting the words trail out of her mouth. "Are, are we near the Dayclan border? I, erm, recall hearing that Dayclan is mostly fields of tall grass and moors, so I was wondering, considering that it's mostly tall grass here..." Part of her hoped that what she was saying wasn't incredibly dumb. She had, in case of an emergency, tried to memorize the geographical signs of the different territories, but she had never really strayed far enough near the borders to get a good look until that night.
Emberburn halted and turned his gaze to the left, he heard the rustling of a rabbit in the grass and resisted the urge to chase it. "We are near the DayClan border," he replied. "I love the moorland, but I don't know how those cats survive out in the open all of the time." he added. The thought of never being able to access the shelter of the forest didn't sound appealing to him at all. "I like having both options within our territory, the forest provides shelter from the elements but we can still hunt out in the open if we wish too."
Despite also noticing the rabbit, Diamondcascade showed much less interest. She's never been good at hunting fast prey, and was still rather unfamiliar with hunting rabbits. Moonclan was the first time she'd ever experienced true stretches of moorland, and she recoiled at the thought of making a fool of herself in failing to catch them. Instead she turned her attention back to Emberburn, nodding along with his words. "I like Moonclan's territory, and the fact that it's nocturnal is a bonus. I'd feel unsafe if there weren't trees to keep under. I've heard that in other clans the temperatures are odd, uh, like Summerclan always being rather hot and Winterclan being awfully cold. I don't think I cold stand either temperature extremes..." She admitted, thinking about the other clans she'd heard about. Part of her wondered if, had Moonclan not been the first clan she'd wandered across, if she would have ended up a Dayclan cat, or perhaps a Nightclan cat, or a cat of any of the other many clans she'd heard in passing. Possibly? Maybe? But she'd decided that she was pretty glad she'd come across Moonclan of all the other clans, even if fitting in was still a major struggle.
"I definitely wouldn't like the constant cold, I wouldn't really like the constant summer heat either but it would be better than winter all of the time." he replied thoughtfully. "I also couldn't imagine being out in broad daylight. Sometimes we hunt and patrol during the day but mostly we are active at night. You wouldn't catch me on the moorland during the day, that's for sure though!" he added with a hint of laughter in his voice.
She gave a nod in agreement and understanding. She had only been a moonclan cat for a while, and while she had spent her the entirety of her like under the normal mostly diurnal schedule, her time spent in Moonclan had already made her wonder how she had ever done it. The darkness of night had become like a comforting blanked, and she had welcomed its embrace without any resistance. "I think now I'd go blind if I tried to walk out in the moor during the daytime. It would be so bright..." She said softly, feeling the uncomfortable sting of sunlight randomly blazing into her eyes just at the thought of it.
"Not only that but during the daylight we are much easier for large birds to spot. It's not uncommon for something like a hawk to attempt to attack a cat, especially a young one." he replied, continuing his casual pace through the moorland.
She looked at him, eyes widened. She had never even considered the idea of getting attacked by a bird of prey before, and now oddly enough considered herself lucky. When she had first walked through the forest upon reaching the clans, there were a lot of things she hadn't even considered. Foxes, badgers, and snakes had all become obvious predators she had learned to fear simply from word of mouth, but never had she ever thought to check the sky for dangers. Even owl's she hadn't considered with much of a second thought, though with a little consideration she realized she could see it so easily, an owl just a little too ambitious for it's own good swooping down to catch a kitten, or what's worse, a young apprentice! Then she considered just how many more birds of prey there were during the day time: kestrels, hawks, eagles, falcons, she almost felt relieved having only to deal with owls.
"Have you ever seen a cat get attacked by a hawk?" She asked, though she wondered if she really wanted to actually hear the nightmare story that would come if the tom's answer was yes.
"I've never seen it happen, but I've heard about it happening!" He responded, turning to look at her. "Most of the time an apprentice or warrior is skilled enough to be able to get away, kits however, have unfortunately been carried away before, but not in the recent moons." he added, he gazed upwards for a few moments, his gaze scanning the sky, making sure it was clear of predators before refocusing on Diamondcascade. "It is a rare occurrence, it usually only happens if the bird is starving during a harsh leaf bare." he added, hoping that would comfort her slightly.
