Silverdragon had slowly taken to enjoying the serenity that the night provided. It was relatively cooler, which was a stark contrast to the light of day that he was so used to. He lived by the light the Sun God provided, warmed himself by the God’s rays. When he opened them once more he found himself gazing directly at the moon. Selene’s light was calming... and if she still reigned supreme in the night sky than perhaps the Sun God still lived on somewhere. They were tied together weren't they? One could not exist without the other. The smokey furred tom let out a soft sigh as he slowly tore his gaze away from the beauty of the moon. There would be other nights to admire Selene’s grace. His sea green eyes flickered for a brief moment with uncertainty before it was quickly covered once more by his normally neutral expression. Silverdragon was making his way back to camp when his whiskers twitched. He wasn’t alone. He could sense it. But the tom didn’t slow his pace, and the only sign that he had gone on alert was the occasional twitch of his ears as he listened to the sound of the forest all around him.

So it was Alios that had been in the same area. Silverdragon never really said much to the strange she-cat. She wasn't a part of Sunclan officially, and he's heard about the group she affiliates herself with. He never thought anything of it. It wasn't his place to question who Bloodystar allowed in the clan. "Yes, it is." The smokey gray warrior commented. "Unlike any that I have ever seen before." He flicked his ears as he glanced at her from the corner of his sea green eyes. "I recognize you from the camp, yet you are not a Sunclan cat. You are with that other group, are you not?"

“Forgive me,” Silverdragon said quickly, dipping his head before he glanced back up at the mysterious she-cat. “I meant no ill will. Merely an attempt at conversation.” The charcoal colored tom watched her carefully, his sea green eyes level and emotionless as they always were. “You see, I know <i>of</i> you. But I do not know you, nor your compatriots. It is not for me to pass judgement on those I do not know. I am but a warrior. My job is to fulfill my duties and follow the orders given to me.”

Silverdragon had come to a stop the moment she began to run her paw along his face. The dark silver tom watched her careful, his eyes neither curious nor annoyed. Simply observant, even when she gently tapped his nose, while he let her words sink in. “And yet you follow orders just the same.” He countered. “I follow the rules and tradition of my clan, you follow the orders and rule of the Sun God’s word in your own way. We are not as different as you think, Alios.”

Silverdragon twitched his ears, settling down and wrapping his tail around his paws. “A game?” He mused. He hadn’t played any sort of game since he was a kit in the nursery. The tom listened patiently as she listed her scenario, cocking an eyebrow at the picture she had painted with her words. “My life is in service to Sunclan and to the High Priest. If there was a chance that I could free the High Priest I would take it. To take the king means that they would have already won this hypothetical war.” Silverdragon said without hesitation. “I am but a knight, or a pawn. Whatever it is you wish to call me. Severely outnumbered or not, I would fight and take as many of them with me to the isle as I could. Does that make me foolish, in your eyes?”

“In this moment, Alios, Bloodystar is the king.” Silverdragon commented evenly. “The Sun God is gone, we know not where he is or when he’ll be reborn... thus, the High Priest is now the king until our god returns. Our beacon of hope, if you will. Though, I’m not so misguided that I can’t see everyone’s mixed feeling on that particular opinion.” He said with a bit of a teasing tone to his voice. The tom wouldn’t admit it, but he was slowly beginning to enjoy whatever type of conversation this was. He bent his head and quickly scratched at a small itch behind his ear before he quickly looked back up at her. “What exactly would that be?”

Silverdragon raised a brow, amusement glinting in his eyes for the first time in a while. The tom rarely let his emotions show, but it was a rare occasion and he was having fun. He could only imagine what his brother would say if he could see him now. As quick as it appeared the amusement was gone as he listened to this next scenario. It hit a little too close to home considering the recent fighting. His ears twitched, almost as if he could still hear the echoes of screams from his clanmates.

"How does one even chose in a situation like that?" Silverdragon questioned. "Choosing who to save and who to let die? How does a cat live with a choice like that? I've seen what it does to those that have made a choice such as that. It eats away at them, at their minds."

"Is the answer to this scenario the queen's and kits?" Silverdragon questioned. "They are the future of the clan are they not? So would it not make more sense to save them? But then who would you save in this second hypothetical you've posed to me." It wasn't often that Silverdragon allowed himself to feel frustrated. But in this instance, he couldn't help it. He liked to think that he was a logical tom, a loyal warrior to Sunclan who followed orders like he was supposed to. But this she-cat and her hypothetical's were beginning to turn him on his head and make him question his way of thinking. It was a strange sensation for Silverdragon, and one he wasn't a particular fan of

His tail twitched as it unfurled from his paws. The tom stood up again and slowly began pacing. The movement helped him think and that was something he needed. He couldn't believe his logic was failing him at this moment. Frustration began to glint in his sea-green eyes as he glanced up at Alios. "The answer to your question cannot be everyone. It is physically impossible, especially if in this scenario we are outnumbered. Would it then be the apprentices? Still young, still full of life. Able to provide for the queens and kits should we get them out in time. If the warrior is already dying the merciful thing would be to put him out of his misery wouldn't it?"