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Like the fog of a frosty morning, Silverspectre was already up at the crack of dawn when the sky was but a faint pastel wash above the prickly branches of the still bare branches of budding trees. There was something about existing as a silence, of just being in a moment around the territory, a spectator, voyeuristic in a world where he was all but forgotten...
Silverspectre truly loved being alone. There was something about living this way that made him feel like a ghost, an observer watching everything in slow motion, and yet...there were moments when he felt a deep ache in the hollow of his chest, resonating in his ribs as if his body was the hollow cavity of a guitar. Bluebelldream had been a friend of his and now she had gone on her merry way. Wolfspeak had been another, but he hadn't met the tom at the border for a while now.
A soft sigh left his mouth as he continued on his way towards the exit of the camp, the world still rowsing from its sleep.
The previous night had been long, one of the motherless kits having come down with some sort of stomach bug during the late hours of the evening. Now that they were resting peacefully in one of the warm nests, Swansneer took a few moments to step away. Sometimes she questioned herself and why she decided to be a nursery aid when she'd never had kits of her own - and with the way things were going in life - probably never would.
Mentally shrugging away the thought, she had her pale blue gaze set on her paws and wasn't quite watching where she was headed, but she knew it was towards the exit of the camp. Before she had time to react, other paws came into her peripheral vision, and she nearly crashed right into one of her clan mates. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I'm so careless, sorry about that!"
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Post by achromatic on Apr 6, 2022 9:11:29 GMT -5
The rare occasion in which a cat was actually awake and meandering around in the early morning mist often made him more curious than anything, but as Swansneer stumbled and bumped into him, he almost leaped a foot into the air, before turning around, his wide golden eyes full of surprise, almost ready to apologize all the same, when Swansneer beat him to it.
Oh. His ears flushed pink at the sudden attention, and his eyes immediately drifted a little off from the cat in front of him. He had never been great at making eye contact. He gave Swansneer a small smile, as if to say it was all right, though there was a curiosity in his expression and the way his tail raised up high. What was she doing out here?
The tom didn't speak much, but his body language surely did.
Observant as ever, Swansneer seemed to mentally catalogue all of her clan mates reaction to her appearance. At first, it had been to see if he was going to snap at her for nearly running him over like some of their other clan members might have. However, his reaction wasn't quite as she had been expecting in the few moments of their small interaction so far. In fact, he hadn't even spoken a word.
Blue eyes tilted into a small smile to match her maw as she sat back, sitting down to wrap her tail around her small and delicate paws. It was still rather early in the morning and there weren't many cats about, and she was sure she wasn't imagining the hint of curiosity to his gaze. "It was a rough night in the nursery," Swansneer meowed, breaking the small moment of silence that has lapsed between them. "I'm just now able to step away for a moment."
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Post by achromatic on Apr 20, 2022 7:31:52 GMT -5
He nodded at that. Silverspectre was aware that there was a strangeness about him; other cats were quick to reassure that everything was fine, or to make small talk about the weather or how well the prey was running, but he didn't, or perhaps he couldn't. He was sympathetic, however, to the nursery's noise; he had always found kits a little overwhelming on his own.
Gesturing towards the camp entrance, he gave Swansneer a small smile, an offer. Did she perhaps want to head out for a quick patrol, or perhaps a walk in the woods? It was useful sometimes, to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the camp.
Pale blue eyes drifted towards the entrance to camp after Silverspectre's gesture towards it. Mirroring his small smile, and actually pretty grateful to not have to try and make some sort of awkward small talk, she nodded. For once, nothing was expected of her, and during this time when she had just recently been so overwhelmed, the comfortable silence that began to blanket them was a welcome one.
"Let's go," Swansneer meowed, getting to her paws and swiveling to head in that direction.
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Post by achromatic on May 4, 2022 18:54:54 GMT -5
Silverspectre's expression was that of a pleasant surprise, even if Swansneer's agreement shouldn't have filled him with such wonder. While he often preferred to be alone, it was always nice to have someone actually want to hang out with him, as awkward as he was. With an unusually bright smile and a nod, he began to lead the way. Oh, where first? He always did enjoy the lake. His tail was raised up high, curiosity and brightness in his posture the moment he stepped out of camp.
As they began to set their pace, he turned back to Swansneer. While he didn't speak, his body language did all of the conversation instead. Continue your story, he seemed to say, curious to what had kept the nursery awake throughout the night.
Being out in the territory, able to listen to all of the sounds around them was as peaceful as she had felt in a truly long time. A content smile had made its way onto her maw as the walked. Swansneer had been observing the forest around them when he turned, and it appeared that he wanted her to continue where she'd previously left off, which she had no problem doing.
Allowing her pace to match his, she began to tell him about her night once more. "One of the motherless kits seemed to have eaten something strange and had gotten sick during the night," Swansneer meowed, a small frown appearing at the thought. "Poor little thing was miserable most of the night until she finally fell asleep this morning."
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Post by achromatic on May 29, 2022 16:31:39 GMT -5
Silverspectre was glad for the story; he often found himself rather...out of the loop with the clan. It wasn't that he didn't find his clanmates interesting, no, certainly not, but he had never really been one to socialize. His strange habits and inability to carry on a conversation made things very dull very quickly. His brow furrowed in concern; should they be on a lookout for anything? He was perplexed; it wasn't a surprise that in the winter, some of the prey could be rather...stale, but summer was when things should've been fine.
He gestured towards the sun; perhaps the heat had spoiled some of the prey? He could only pray that there wasn't some disease going around this time.
Blue gaze flicking to the sky, Swansneer didn't immediately understand what Silverspectre was getting at. However, she did recognize the flash of concern in his expression. Thinking for a moment, she realized perhaps he was concerned about what had caused the sickness. It was green leaf now, and sickness wasn't that common anymore, at least not until the snow began to fall once more.
"Wondering why she got sick?" she asked, just to be sure, glancing to him and then back towards the path they were taking through the forest.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 7, 2022 18:34:39 GMT -5
He nodded at her words, his ears flattening across his head, before he pointed at his own throat, making an apologetic sound, rusty with disuse. In a way, he could understand his clanmates' reluctance to hang around him, almost as much as his own reluctance to hang around the others. It was an inconvenience to most, after all, to only communicate in body language, and he couldn't help but feel guilty of it somehow.
A stab of sympathy went through her against her will as she seemed to notice the emotions that flickered across his expression. She was a friendly cat, and she heard others talk. She’d seen the way they had almost avoided him, and the whispers about how he barely spoke. She never participated in such gossip, and she didn’t understand the sentiment of her clan mates. To her, it was nice to be near someone who wasn’t constantly speaking, or complaining, or any of those other things. It was peaceful, and she quite enjoyed the puzzle of trying to figure him out.
With a kind smile, as if to tell Silverspectre it was alright - that she truly didn’t mind, she padded forward before answering the main question to begin with. “We think she drank some spoiled water from a puddle,” Swansneer informed him, a small grimace accompanied her words.
