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Otterdance had found it strange, being back in a Clan again around so many cats. After her brother had left her behind in SwiftClan, she soon left and followed in his pawsteps, taking off on her own. She found FallClan before any other, only to find that Rivergale was the deputy. Her anger at being left behind had overridden her pride for him, but she found herself quickly getting over it and falling into Clan life here quickly. She enjoyed the colors and sounds of this land, finding it peaceful and calming. That's just what she needed after leading such a turbulent life.
The early morning light leaked into the warriors den, touching her eyelids as soft as a kiss. Blinking the sleep away, the pale ginger and white she-cat gazed around the den with a hazy look, jaws parting in a wide yawn. With a small groan, she heaved herself to her paws, giving her pelt a shake, and trudging out into camp to welcome the dawn. Faint birdsong reached her ears, promising a crisp morning out in the forest. Pulling her lean body out it a stretch, she felt the muscles along her spine loosen. With a glance at the freshkill pile, she formed a small frown on her maw and shook her head. Hunting it is I guess, she thought to herself.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 7, 2021 14:31:37 GMT -5
Silverspectre always found it difficult to sleep, and even now, he was often found awake at the strangest hours. Poor changeling child, others used to call him, for he barely acted like a cat, couldn't afford a single meow, always stuck within his head. It was a lovely day, so he didn't mind it, not nearly as much as he would if it was raining or snowing around here. He stretched, sitting upon the exit of the camp, ready for another day of avoiding everything and everyone by finding himself deep in the forest, but it seemed like today, he wasn't alone.
He blinked as he watched another cat nearby, the only other one awake, he supposed. Most cats would still be sleeping, especially when the temperature was just perfect for curling up with the others. The tom wasn't sure whether to approach or not; more often than not, the fact that he couldn't speak made things all the more awkward for someone else. He sighed, eyes darting to the other cat once more, before determining that he'd give her a shy wave if she looked over, and keep out of the way if she didn't.
The slight movement out of the corner of her eyes caused Otterdance to look up and see Silverspectre sitting by the exit of the camp. Might as well not hunt alone, she thought with a grin. Trotting over to the tom, she dipped her head in a greeting. "Glad to see I'm not the only one awake this early, mind going out on a hunt with me? The freshkill pile needs to be stocked and I'm sure everyone else will enjoy a hot meal when they get up." Her river green eyes were bright, the ever present hint of mischief swimming in their depths.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 8, 2021 16:49:24 GMT -5
Silverspectre's wide golden eyes turned to Otterdance, surprised to see her with a smile and a bright look of mischief upon her face. He had yet to meet this cat, but she seemed...nice. More than he could say about most cats, at least. He gave her a smile and a nod, his tail lifting up in anticipation for another bright adventure. He had never been the most adept hunter, but mornings weren't so bad when he wasn't alone. He gestured towards the camp entrance, tilting his head as if asking where she planned on going.
She tilted her head to the side slightly, wondering why he hadn't said anything. She wasn't super familiar with all the cats in the Clan, besides the ones that Rivergale had introduced her to. Giving a small shrug, mainly meant for herself, she headed out of camp at a brisk pace. "It's salmon spawning, you okay with getting your paws wet?" she called over her shoulder, headed straight for the river. It came from the coast, giving them a good supply of the salt to fresh water fish.
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Post by achromatic on Oct 19, 2021 11:37:29 GMT -5
Silverspectre knew it was a bit strange, that he remained silent, but he hoped they'd understand soon enough that it wasn't that he didn't wish to speak, it was that he couldn't. He followed quickly after Otterdance, nodding at her words as he caught up, only a few steps behind the other cat. He had never fished much though. He tapped Otterdance's shoulder, before giving her a sheepish look, before acting out the act of fishing and gesturing to her, as if asking whether she preferred to fish rather than to hunt.
Giving a small frown, she returned the tap on his lips with her tail. "Is the silence voluntary or not?" she asked bluntly, turning her eyes to the water for a moment. Her brother had always said she had no filter, that her thoughts were constantly flowing like the water before them. "It doesn't matter to me either way, but we gotta figure out a way to communicate."
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Post by achromatic on Oct 24, 2021 16:48:41 GMT -5
Silverspectre's ears flattened against his skull, his face warming in embarrassment. It wasn't that he was fully mute, but sometimes–or these days, more often than not–his voice refused to work with him. He opened his mouth to attempt to speak, but no words came out, and he shook his head, looking apologetic. There were days he wished he could act like every other cat out there, but he couldn't. He couldn't change this about himself even if he wanted to.
