In Hushed Whispers [TAGGED]

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Screechclaw
Outerclan
May 8, 2020 6:03:55 GMT
It was a surprisingly peaceful night filled with the chirps of crickets, low hum of cicadas, and the croaks of frogs. It was soothing to hear the lullaby of nature with the large moon hanging high in the sky in a cresent shape, shinning brightly on the scenery below it. The silvery light casted shadows on a certain creeping figure, highlighting the white patches on the cat in a otherworldly glow. Screechclaw was young, barely older than an apprentice, but made into a warrior nonetheless. The tom looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, a heavy and exhausted look fogging his eyes. Things were so bloody and endless as of late that it left the warrior feeling despondent. Sure he bled and he felt pain, but it was getting to the point where it was just irritations he was capable of shrugging off. The fear of Bonestar finding some way to throw him to the wolves was growing tiresome. All it was was fight, fight, and more fighting. Was it truly worth it in the end? Bonestar may have succeeded in Gorgeclan becoming powerful and feared, but at the cost if what? Would this new age be built on the pain and suffering of others? Of the blood and bone of those both fighting for and defending their home? In the end the tom didn't know and he doubted he ever would.

The feeling of the earth softening and becoming wetter alerted the tom of his location. He was near the Creekclan border, his paws carrying him here while his mind ran amuck with hypothetical questions impossible to answer. A quick marking of the border might exhaust him enough to finally head home to his warm and comfy nest to sleep. And so for the first part of the night he did just that, only he didn't feel any tired. If anything he felt mire away and agitated.

With a lofty sigh Screechclaw found a sturdy looking tree that had a thick branch hanging towards the Creekclan border Gorgeclan shared. It had a beautiful view if the stars and moon, yet was pleasantly covered by a clump of leaves. It was secluded, private even. Nobody would spot him up there unless he wanted them to. With his prize in mind the tom quickly climbed his way up, patching himself on the branch as he looked up towards the shy, gazing listlessly as his mind wandered.

He did not know how long he laid there in the stillness if the night, but the sound if rustling and bumbling from Creekclan's border had the tom alert. Was Creek attacking in the dead of night? Briarstar was obviously desperate if that was the case. Rather foolishly he called out, a snarl curled his words as he stood on the branch, still hidden, but having perfect view of the Creek border. "Who's there? Show yourself!"



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Cloudchaser
Oneclan
May 10, 2020 16:15:38 GMT
The world was, for all intents and purposes, at a stand still. Creekclan had fallen into a well needed slumber even if it was haunting by the blood of their fallen comrades. Warriors and apprentices a like suffered in nightmare riddled sleep, threatening to wake them at all hours of the night. And yet it remained still, the soft lullaby of insects a welcomed tune, but one remained awake. Cloudpaw laid in the apprentice den, the empty spot next to him leaving a sour taste in his mouth. His sister had just received her warrior name and though he was proud of her, the empty spot next to him felt cold, like an ill omen of things to come if the war continued like this, it may become permanent. It felt like a rock had sunk into his stomach and he couldn't take it.

Cloudpaw took the opportunity so settle things now, before it escalated further. Determined to talk it out with Bonestar himself, he was sure that it was possible to end things without any further bloodshed. As soon as he got away from the camp, Cloudpaw took off as fast as he could across the territory, his puffy frame surprisingly quick an nimble as he became a white streak. Cloudpaw's thick, fluffy coat of fur made him appear a lot bigger than he really was. The body underneath all the fur wasn't bulky and muscled, but was more small and slender, but well padded. However, as he neared the borders and the smell of Gorgeclan hit his nose, he slowed down. He hadn't noticed another tom on the other side of the borders, but the lands of Gorgeclan just seemed to ooze malice and he began to have second thoughts. Lowering himself down low, he hid himself among the tall grass and crept forward, trying to keep his wits about him. He hadn't been paying enough attention to where he was stepping though as he kept his eyes plastered to the other side and his whole front end smacked down into the dirt as one of his front paws sunk into a hole. His thick tail flailed out through the tall grass.

He'd hoped above all that no one was near enough to have heard or seen him, but those hopes were dashed when a harsh voiced called out to him with a hiss. Pulling himself together and removing his paw from the hole, Cloudpaw slowly stuck his head up from the grasses, Bright yellow eyes looked around with a look on them as if he was a kit who'd just been scolded. It was almost surprising the white tom could hide so well in the tall grass until his blunder having seemed to pop out of no where, but the star light illuminated his pale coat making him now stick out like a sore paw in the nighttime. "Hello?" He called out softly, half hoping no one would answer.



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Screechclaw
Outerclan
May 10, 2020 18:38:23 GMT
At first Screechclaw didn't respond to the cats hello, concerned more by the fact of a potential Creek invasion. However, when no other signs of an imminent attack presented itself then did he allow himself to relax, albeit not by much and the sharp growl was still very much in his voice. "I will ask again. Who goes there?" He growled out. Green eyes had a perfect view of the pale tom below him, he was entirely invisible in the dark and surrounding shrubbery, however, his green eyes shone in the moonlight as they coldly regarded the opposing feline. "Why are you here?" Screechclaw decided to ask again, impatiently waiting for a reply. When he did not immediately get one he let out a disgruntled sigh. Perhaps the other was shocked into silence and not being able to see who was talking to him must have further proved his hesitancy to reply to Screechclaw.

A grumble and string of curses left his lips as the brown and white tom made his way out of the tree and down to the forest ground. It wasn't long before he leaped the final stretch of distance between him self and the ground, landing with a thud before turning towards the splattered white and cream tom. For a while he just looked the tom over, analyzing him to see if he was a potential threat. Gruffly he spoke out, "who are you?"

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May 12, 2020 1:51:33 GMT
Cloudpaw had called out and had in fact received a reply. Sort of. Someone had certainly replied with the same agitated question before. Cloud's ears twisted further back, pressing into his head and nearly disappearing in his fur as he continued to search for the sign of someone, anyone. Even just a shadow, but he couldn't find anything at first. Perhaps it was because he wasn't looking high enough, but he could feel someone's eyes on him in the darkness as he slowly, lowered himself back into the grass. He'd practically disappeared back into the grass again when he heard a soft thud of someone hitting the ground. A single ear on a swivel, he moved slightly in the grass, eyes now fixated on the vague shape of a figure through the grass.

As the stranger settled on the ground, the growl in his voice apparent as he approached and asked once again. However, he could now see just how young he was. This tom was more like Cloudpaw's own age rather than a seasoned warrior and something about that seemed comforting. That was something, a commonality between the pair.

He suddenly popped his face out of the grass and he offered a smile, albeit a nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless to the gruff Gorgeclan cat. "I'm Cloudpaw." He said softly, a tension in his otherwise melodic voice. "And uh. Who're you?"



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Screechclaw
Outerclan
May 16, 2020 4:11:11 GMT

For a moment confusion and curiosity replace the impassive facade when he managed to get a good look at the other cat. His head tilted slightly to the left, noting that Cloudpaw looked very much his own age if perhaps a tad bit older. But the curiosity was gone just as quickly as it appeared as he continued to glare at the white tom with lemon colored eyes. Screechclaw took a moment on deciding on whether or not he should give Cloudpaw his name, finding no use in the other ever knowing it. Just as he was about to say 'its none of your concern' his brain flunked on him, momentarily stunned by Cloudpaw's honest smile and instead he whispered out his name. "Screechclaw..." he trailed off, confusion etched on his features as he tried to regain his train of thought.

A quick shake of his head had him feeling dizzy, but much more like himself even as he frowned at his behavior. That would require some introspection at a later date. First he had to deal with the apprentice. "And why is it that you are here, sneaking out towards Gorgeclan territory like a thief in the night?" Screechclaw eyed the apprentice, trying to decide whether or not his 'I couldn't hurt a fly' appearance was in fact true or just a facade to get him to lower his guard.

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Cloudchaser
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May 19, 2020 4:41:24 GMT
He offered a strangely chipper smile and a slight head tilt. "It's nice to meet you, Screechclaw." Cloudpaw's bubbly nature came through, a strange, almost foreign charm to the harsh time of war the pair were caught in. But there were some things that just were and could not be fought against. And one such thing was the sunshine trapped in the soul of the Ivory tom.

He stepped further out of the grass, fully revealing himself to the younger tom. It was as if being given his name was an olive branch of peace between the pair. Even if temporary. "A thief? Well it is night, but I'm not a thief. Don't think i'd be very good at it anyway." He chuckled, honesty blooming on his face like a field of wild flowers. "I just... I just thought maybe I could talk to Bonestar? Get him to stop the fighting." The smile still remained, but a worried tension melted into it. The thought of his sister falling on the battlefield made his heart heavy, but his resolve all the more solid.

"Oh! I know! What if I went with you to talk to them! Probably won't look as suspicious if I'm escorted, right?" He looked on with hope to the dark tabbied tom, but that worried glimmer in his eyes didn't fade. The niavity of the apprentice almost seemed like a joke, but as they took another step forward, it seemed he was more and more serious.



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