:: Silentvoice :: Male :: Warrior :: Maine Coon :: 28 moons :: DewClan Camp :: Mentions- Cloversong [D], Spottedsand [ID]::

Silentvoice swivelled his ears towards Cloversong as she approached, turning his broad head so he could look at her with his good eye. Droplets of water fell from the tufts at the tips of his torn ears and from his crop of whiskers at the movement. Unlike him, the she-cat looked quite at ease in the rain, though perhaps shorter fur had something to do with it. Silentvoice always felt like being wet weighed him down since his fur was so thick. Rolling his shoulders, the tom put the thought aside and pointed with his furry chin down at the foliage below. If he looked hard and squinted at just the right angle, he thought he could see what looked like a patch of spotted fur among the leaves beneath the branches. He hoped Cloversong's eyesight was better than his. And that she didn't think he was just pointing to the fallen turtleshell. He crouched lower on the thick branch, digging his claws into the bark as he leaned out to look again, scanning the undergrowth with his functioning eye, hoping she would understand his meaning.

There's something down there.

- [ Swantail ] -
48 Moons |•| Female |•| Balinese |•| Warrior
Location: Forest Floor |•| Mentions: Spottedsand {D} / Silentvoice, Cloversong {ID}

The rain had done little to deter her usual morning routine, leaving camp with the promise of returning with prey before slipping down to the forest floor. Sprinting across the wet ground, Swantail tripped several times on slippery leaves and hidden roots, but her enthusiasm reigned supreme over any other emotion, reveling in the feeling of her paws pounding against solid ground. A squirrel was snatched from a low-hanging branch before long, carefully concealed beneath the protective branches of a thorn bush until the Balinese she-cat was ready to retrieve it.

A startled yowl coming from camp had Swantail skidding clumsily to a halt. Ears straining to pick up on the echoed cry, she was alarmed to find it sounded as if it had come from the ground. Has some cat fallen? Swantail bolted forward without thinking, concern for the potentially injured cat overpowering her common sense. A damp, spotted bundle of fur came into view and Swantail slid to a stop in front of the cat, realizing with a prick of alarm she didn’t recognize the reddish-brown molly.

Voices above had her gaze averting upward briefly, panic gripping her. Her Clanmates might see her down here! She would need an excuse. There was little doubt in her mind if she had heard this cat’s yowls those who had remained in camp had as well. “Hello...are you alright dear?” She asked Spottedsand, cautious, but still concerned. She couldn’t spot anything wrong with the she-cat other than the fact she was soaked, but Swantail was no medicine cat.





- [ Cinderpaw ] -
8 Moons |•| Male |•| Oriental Longhair Mix |•| Warrior Apprentice
Locations: Camp |•| Mentions: Silentvoice, Snowpaw {ID}

Cinderpaw watched the other apprentices play, sheltered within the medicine cat’s den. The young tom had carefully crawled to lay at the entrance, movement awkward now that his leg was kept straight, bound between two sticks in the hopes the fractured bones would heal. Cinderpaw proved optimistic in the presence of others, uncomfortable when pitying gazes or sympathetic words were sent his way. They were offered in good will, he knew, but it made him feel fragile and useless.

His green eyes lingered on Silentvoice for a moment, the older tom miserable and sodden by the rain. Was this how he felt all the time? Cinderpaw wasn’t sure he could bear it. Glancing hopelessly as the injured limb, he forced himself into a sitting position, relying solely on his other foreleg as he hoisted himself up. ’You WILL get better. You WILL become a warrior.’ he repeated silently, his attention returning to the apprentices dashing across wet branches.

His eyes widened as Snowpaw slipped, tumbling from her branch. Cinderpaw scrambled closer to the den’s entrance, ignoring the jolt of pain in his leg, peering down and sighing in relief as he watched the white apprentice swing herself back onto a branch before disappearing among a thick patch of leaves. Ordinarily he would have followed her to see if she was alright, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think he could make it down without help in this weather.

Cloversong | Female | Warrior | 26 moons | Dewclan Camp | Mentions: Swantail, Palefang, Sparrowstar, Spottedsand {indirectly} Silentvoice {directly}

Silentvoice was a male of many imperfections. His ears were mangled beyond repair, his shoulders criss-crossed in scars, his foreleg was twisted and useless and while his eyes were a rich, mossy green, one of them was milky white and sightless. Still, Cloversong was undeterred by the tom’s appearance, perhaps it was because his was a face she had grown up around, only a couple moons or so older, the two warriors had shared both the apprentice’s den and the nursery at one point and now they both resided in the warrior’s den. She did not shy away when he fixed her with that one sightless eye, angling to get a good look at her, nor did she have a look of utter disgust on her face due to his rather unsightly appearance. She watched attentively as, true to his namesake, Silentvoice crouched low upon his branch and pointed with his features towards the ground below.


Rather curious and a little confused about what had the large tabby male so alarmed, Cloversong mimicked his position, stooping low upon the thick limb; her claws curling into the rough outer layer of bark to ensure her balance be kept. For a while,she squinted through the foliage and the rain, unimpressed and not quite seeing what Silentvoice was referring to. She was moments away from insisting take a few moments out of the rain to set and dry in the warrior’s den before she saw it - or atleast, them. The spotted tabby coat she could pick up from the distance between them was not familiar, nor were any other characteristics of this cat but Cloversong did not have to look twice to recognize the distinctive coat of Swantail. What is this? The tortoiseshell she-cat thought, her dark green eyes narrowing slightly as she further inspected the scene before her.

It was no secret Swantail was not clan-born, even among the younger warriors she was not quite known for her skill and prowess in the trees. Cloversong had her suspicions a few times before but each time, they were cast aside; Swantail was the mother of Dewclan’s deputy and such accusations were not to be thrown about so willy-nilly. The sight of the older she-cat on the ground solidified these theories, however - and with a strange cat, no less! Cloversong straightened upon her branch and turned to Silentvoice. “Should we alert Sparrowstar?”



Snowpaw | Female | Apprentice | 9 moons | Dewclan Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw {directly}

Snowpaw took a moment to gather herself and to calm her beating heart, watching everyone else from the safety of her branch. Upon her small break, she spotted Cinderpaw peeping through the medicine cat’s den and ducked her head in slight embarrassment; Snowpaw wondered if the grey tom had saw her mistake. She wasn’t overly worried about it, though, she had quickly corrected herself and managed to save herself from falling though it still left a bit of fear in her heart. Having glimpsed Cinderpaw, though, Snowpaw took into account that the two apprentices hadn’t spoken since his hunting accidents and that filled her with slight shame. Poor Cinderpaw had to watch from the medicine cat’s den while Snowpaw and the other juveniles frolicked and played in the rain, he was missing out on training too; a week behind everyone else, Snowpaw wondered if Cinderpaw would be with everyone else to earn his warrior name when the time came or maybe he’d be too crippled to do anything else but sit in the medicine cat’s den.

Finding the courage, Snowpaw pulled herself into her full height and lightly shook out her damp coat - it did little good, though. Nevertheless, she carefully padded along the branch and with a few pounces and some more climbing, she found herself just a few feet away from the hollow that served as the medicinei cat’s den. Her whiskers twitched nervously as she approached, her tail raised high. ”Hey, Cinderpaw!” She greeted rather cheerfully. Snowpaw was older than him by a moon but that was barely a difference. She lingered just outside of the hollow, one ivory paw resting upon the opening of the cavity. ”Do you think I’d get scolded for joining you?” Snowpaw grinned teasingly but scrambled through the hollow anyways. She didn’t mind a little scolding and it looked as if Cinderpaw could use a friend.

Cloudpaw - Male - 10 moons - Camp - Mentions:

The branches were slippery. Cloudpaw sat, his paws digging into the branch below him. The rain was a struggle for him, weighing down his fur, and afterwards left it all frizzy. A rain droplet fell down on his ear, making it twitch. Leaves didn't make for a good shelter from the rain, the rain would just run right off of it, letting the water fall down right onto the tom's head.

He wanted nothing more than to be out hunting or training, but for once, he didn't want to do it alone. What if he slipped and fell off the branch? How would he get back to camp or find help? Cloudpaw decided it was dangerous for a single apprentice to be off on their own.

Cloudpaw didn't know what exactly to do in camp. Check to see if the elders needed fresh bedding? Eat something? Go share tongues? Nothing sounded exactly fun to do on a rainy day. Instead, he continued to sit on his branch and watch the rain fall.

“Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.”

Spottedsand |•| Female |•| Loner |•| 38 moons |•| Under Dewclan Territory
Mentions: Silentvoice, Cloversong [ID]; Swantail [D]

It was soon very evident that Spottedsand's suspicions were true. At least a few, if not more, of the tree-dwelling cats had heard her startled cry and were gathering on a nearby branch, peering down at the underbrush where the stranger stood dripping. Her former plans for a calm and confident entrance were thus foiled, and the molly was forced to settle for this slightly-embarrassing one. She peered up, the thick frond of a dense fern shielding her slanted green eyes from the rain, and watched as a large grey tom squinted down at the foliage with what appeared to be his one working eye. She stared at him from the fern, narrowing her own eyes in an attempt to see the apparently miserable tom. A little ways away from him and just barely visible from Spottedsand's vantage point, a dark female crouched and seemed to mimic the closer cat's confused and searching expression. Perhaps, she reasoned, if she stayed under this plant long enough, they would become disinterested and she would be able to have the entrance she planned. Or not.

Somehow unheard before that moment, drowned out by the desert defecter's busy mind, the form of a slender, pointed molly slid to a less-than-graceful halt in front of her. Spottedsand's green eyes widened again in surprise and she lept to the side, no doubt exposing herself further to whomever dwell above. Her round ears pinned flat against her head and her skull dropped low, jaws parted and sharp teeth exposed in a hiss. To be fair, the reaction was purely driven by surprise and due in no part to any aggressive nature, but her non-violent intentions were likely invisible to whoever witnessed the move.

- [ Swantail ] -
48 Moons |•| Female |•| Balinese |•| Warrior
Location: Forest Floor |•| Mentions: Spottedsand {D} / Cloversong, Silentvoice, Frostwing, Sandpaw {ID}

Dismay filled Swantail’s blue eyes, her own damp pelt beginning to bristle as a startled hiss exited the stranger's maw. Swantail reminded herself the newcomer may be injured and frightened, unsure of Swantail’s own intentions, and forced her coat smooth. “It’s quite alright. I won’t hurt you,” she commented soothingly. “My name is Swantail. Who might you be? Are you aware you’re in DewClan territ-” she paused, suddenly unsure if this claim was true. No DewClan cat set paw on the ground save Frostwing and Sandpaw on occasion...did DewClan consider the forest floor part of their territory?

Her eyes flicked upward. Cloversong and Silentvoice clearer than ever through the foliage. He paws kneaded the leafy ground apprehensively. She had most definitely been seen. All she could do now was wait for the confrontation. In the meantime, she would tend to this new cat. “Are you alright? I heard your yowl back there. I can fetch our medicine cat if you’re injured. I’m sure she would be glad to help," she offered, her gaze sweeping over the spotted molly. Something about her seemed very unusual, the scent of her pelt foreign and gritty.





- [ Cinderpaw ] -
8 Moons |•| Male |•| Oriental Longhair Mix |•| Warrior Apprentice
Locations: Camp |•| Mentions: Snowpaw {D} / Frostwing, Sandpaw {ID}

Ducking back inside the medicine cat’s den, Cinderpaw returned to his nest before Frostwing or Sandpaw had the chance to scold him, rearranging the moss and down that made up his bedding in utter boredom. ’How much longer can I just lay here doing nothing?’ Snowpaw’s pale face appeared at the hollow opening seconds later and Cinderpaw’s whiskers twitched in amusement as he invited her in with a sweep of his feathery tail.

“I should hope they wouldn’t deny me a visitor,” he purred in good humor, glad to see the white apprentice appeared to have recovered from her previous slip. He suspected she wouldn’t appreciate a comment on the matter, and he chose not to bring it up lest his teasing change her mind about keeping him company. "So...how've you been?" He asked after a brief moment of silence, realizing with some awkwardness he hadn't spoken to her or any of the other apprentices since the accident.

“Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.”

Spottedsand |•| Female |•| Loner |•| 38 moons |•| Under Dewclan Territory
Mentions: Swantail [D]; Silentvoice, Cloversong [ID]

The wet fur along her spine lowered as Spottedsand, lingering in her battle-ready stance, scanned her eyes over the cat who had surprised her. The slender molly definitely smelled like the rest of the territory and the cats looming above them — who had no doubt spotted her by now — were certainly acquainted with the trees. Although, this female was here on the ground with her, not in the trees. And the clan most definitely didn't know she was below until now, so she wasn't the welcoming committee for certain. So was this even the fabled Dewclan? Had she instead stumbled upon an offshoot of the perhaps-extinct community? The faintly-spotted cat relaxed her form, but did not budge from her spot, reservedly eyeing the female who discovered her. "Spottedsand," she said bluntly, twitching her head down in a curt nod. The naming of Dewclan caused the female's ears to perk forward abruptly. Now this "Swantail" had officially piqued her interest. The clan cat had cut herself off then just as Spottedsand was ready to, saving her the disrespect of interruption. "Dewclan, you say?," she hummed, twisting her head around to look up and behind her once again at the cats lingering in the branches. "As in the original Dewclan? Not a descendant? Then why are you on the ground? Unless you're the medicine cat — if you lot call it that." Swantail's second inquiry slightly surprised the normally-aloof molly. Offering help to a stranger was potentially dangerous, if not shockingly diplomatic for such a reserved clan. But it did provide some insight. This group does call their healer a "medicine cat" and the individual before her is not them. "I'm fine. A little damp, but fine."

:: Silentvoice :: Male :: Warrior :: Maine Coon :: 28 moons :: DewClan Camp :: Mentions- Cloversong, Spottedsand, Swantail [D], Sparrowstar [ID] ::

Silentvoice's frown deepened as he considered Cloversong's question, his teeth grinding absently. They didn't exactly have much to report besides having seen someone. Would Sparrowstar appreciate being interrupted from whatever she was doing with such meager information? His claws kneaded the damp bark beneath his good paw. One tattered ear flicked away a raindrop. They should probably learn more about what was happening. They were warriors after all. Sparrowstar was their leader but it wasn't her job to babysit them. Silentvoice stood and made his way to the trunk of the tree before setting about clambering his way down to a lower branch. He didn't look to see if Cloversong was following. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't. The prospect of leaving the protection of the upper branches wasn't exactly a comforting one to most of the clan. He didn't want to set paw on the forest floor anymore than she must have. He just wanted to get a better look at what was happening down below.

Now that he was a bit lower, he started to hear voices over the soft pattering of the rain. Silentvoice cocked his head to one side to listen, pausing a few branches below where he had sat with Cloversong. Spottedsand? That was a clan name, but he didn't recognize the strange she-cat's voice. She smelled like a rogue, so why did she have a clan name? Was she some half-bred descendant of a former clan cat? A sudden thought sent a chill down his spine and the fur along his back rose unbidden. Silentvoice shook his head to rid the image of his father from his mind and swallowed thickly. No, this stranger was too old. His father had been exiled too recently to have another full-grown kit. Even with just the one good eye he could tell there wasn't any resemblance to Deadtail in her face. Even with his father gone and exiled, his ghost still lingered to torment Silentvoice's thoughts.

The tom swallowed a snort and climbed down another branch, this one trembling beneath his weight. His frown returned, this time for another reason as the second voice reached his tattered ears. Was that Swantail? How had she gotten down to the forest floor so quickly? Or had she been there before spotting the newcomer? Silentvoice's train of thought was cut short as the branch he had been balancing on gave way. He let out a strangled yelp as he fell the final few feet to the ground, landing in a puddle with an unceremonious splash, uninjured except for his pride.

Cloversong | Female | Warrior | 26 moons | Dewclan Camp | Mentions: Swantail, Spottedsand {indirectly} Silentvoice {directly}

Cloversong stiffened slightly once Silentvoice began to move; he was a big tom,dwarfing her in height by quite a lot but such was not abnormal; she was a she-cat of small stature as her mother was before her. Larger cats could be intimidating at times. She supposed she shouldn’t have expected an audible answer, but as Silentvoice maneuvered himself down the tree’s trunk, she supposed that would be the equivalent of a no to her question. Or, at the very least, not yet. The long-furred male seemed to be quite interested in what was happening below them, perhaps he was going in for a closer look? Cloversong had certainly seen enough though she imagined accusing her own clan-mate without knowing any details would certainly seem irrational. It took a few moments of indecision but slowly, and not without a faint scowl, she followed him down the tree’s trunk.
She was very reluctant to set paw anywhere near the forest floor. There were many dangers there. Massive, brown-furred beasts with black eyes and long claws, creatures with sharp teeth and triangular ears, short-furred oddities with a stack of bone upon their brow, curling and striking outwards like branch limbs. She’d seen them all in her lifetime, watching them from this tree and that. They started out as stories to frighten her in the nursery but over time, she began to experience these stories in the flesh from her safe, high vantage point in the trees. She would never truly trust the ground and it’s dwellers, they were not what she was use to and the stories she’d been told had never seemed particularly positive.

Silentvoice paused on a thick branch just a little ways’ down from where they’d first perched, she muttered soft curses as she inched her way towards him; her emerald green eyes darting towards the ground warily every once in a while, her hind claws sheathing and unsheathing with uncertainty. No longer focused on her, Silentvoice gave his full attention to what was going on below them, his mangled ears strained in his effort to catch noise on the breeze.
She finally managed to safely settle herself upon the same branch in which he had paused, her tail flicking from side to side as she angled her mottled head downwards. Swantail and the mysterious stranger were speaking, it seemed and while Cloversong could catch soft mumbles there was nothing coherent and she did not attempt to actively make sense of their words like Silentvoice did.

Before long, the tabby was on the move again and this time, Cloversong didn’t follow, simply watching warily. He seemed so concentrated on the two she-cats below he didn’t seem to notice - or perhaps he didn’t care - that next branch wasn’t quite as sturdy and it definitely trembled under the weight of the large tomcat. No, Cloversong was fine right where she was. Just as she was beginning to grumble about rain spilling into her ears, a lethal crack! got her full attention and she watched with wide eyes as the branch succumbed to Silentvoice’s weight, snapping like a twig underneath him, sending the male falling unceremoniously to the ground with a thump. Cloversong was quick in her movements, latching herself onto the thick tree trunk and beginning to slide swiftly down the base via a technique she was taught at a young age. ”Silentvoice!” She called out. ”Are you okay?” Cloversong didn’t make her way down to the forest floor, however, instead leaping onto the lowest branch the tree had, digging her hindclaws into the branch and veering her body downwards in alertness; her entire body stiff with fright and unease.



Snowpaw | Female | Apprentice | 9 moons | Dewclan Camp | Mentions: Cinderpaw, Frostwing {directly}

Snowpaw was pleased to see that Cinderpaw seemed to not dislike her company, offering a welcoming sweep of his tail as she squeezed herself into the medicine cat’s hollow. She’d only been inside a handful of times, usually due to running errands for the clan and sometimes because of a small injury she’d sustained. The smell of herbs was the same, though, and the fragrance tickled her nose; everything around her seemed very neat and organized and Snowpaw wouldn’t expect less of Dewclan’s medicine cat or her apprentice. Padding closer towards Cinderpaw, the white she-cat gave a soft mrrow of greeting. ”Looks cozy in here.” She commented, settling herself back on her haunches. It had been a long while since they’d spoken to one another, with his injury leaving him incapable of training and with his lack of presence in the apprentice's hollow, they hadn’t much bumped into one another. ”I’ve been great.” She answered with a cheerful tip of her head. ”Swantail’s been teaching me a lot. I caught a squirrel yesterday.” Snowpaw puffed out her chest, quite proud of the feat.
She turned her attention back to the opening of the hollow as the long-furred medicine cat Frostwing entered, mouth stuffed with an abundance of herbs. As she set them inside the cavity with grace and femininity, something Snowpaw knew from her silent observations that the pretty she-cat had a lot of. Though she knew the herbs were not for her, Snowpaw leaned towards them and gave a testing sniff; wrinkling her pink nose before leaning away. ”I’m glad those aren’t for me.”