HAUNT . intro

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    Something... Something isn't right about him...



    The evening sun was comfortable to the young tom. The heat sunk into his pelt, relaxing the lean muscles underneath. He could hear a few elders complaining in a shaded area about how hot it was, murmuring quiet jokes amongst themselves about joining RiverClan for the day, only to take a dip in the river beside the Sunningrocks. His dark-tipped ears would twitch, dismissing this information while olive green hues scanned the entrance of camp for a gathering patrol: it looked like one or two cats were currently discussing going out, but they weren't quite sure whether to go through with the idea or not.


    Again, his attention swayed, the blues and peaches of his fur blending against the blue ash tree beside him. It didn't look like any of his siblings were in the main area of camp, so either they were resting in the den or about to return from the previous patrol. An inaudible sigh would slightly part his maw while the blue abyssinian pushed himself out of his loafed position. After a brief stretch that popped his spine in three different places, Silentpaw would return his gaze to the cats debating on making a small patrol. By now it seemed like a few other clanmates were joining the group, exchanging small greetings and idle chitchat.


    His whiskers twitched, olive eyes fixated on his clanmates while his form stilled, unmoving even as he noticed a few NPCs glance in his direction. Often he would go into these little trances, simply observing from a distance whether or not people realized they had a pair of extra eyes following them. It usually made people try to avoid him, but he didn't care. Rather, the apprentice found it amusing.


    Well... Nothing was going to get done if he just stood around. Silentpaw broke the tense stare, blue-gray and sorrel limbs carrying the slim tom directly towards those gathered, where he would slow to a gradual halt just outside of the circle and lock gazes with the organizer to show he wanted to join them.



    (( I feel like his introduction thread could have been better executed, but I kept getting distracted and I just wanted to throw him in here already. :' ) ))




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan

  • The haze of the evening was settling in and the mood around Skyclans camp seemed relaxed and at ease. He had passed elders talking about taking a dip in Riverclan and let's his heart ache for his old clan momentarily, he'd like for his son to visit there one day. The dark tabby could feels eyes pricking at his pelt. His first instinct is to find the source, his nose flaring and ears angling toward an absynian apprentice gathering out of a stretch. He tells his body to calm, they aren't in the forest anymore, this could be their new home. Still, his yellow eyes trace the silent apprentices movement toward the patrol. He'd heard they were going down by the river border, though the deliberation was a back and forth Sedge could do without.


    "Its not a river, its a stream-"

    "There's a big difference-"

    "It's just water, it's all the same..." The one warrior slows, meeting eyes with the apprentice. He shares a glance with an equally silent Sedge, finding himself gathered close by the apprentice. "A hello would be nice instead of staring..." The warrior mutters petulantly.


    The dark tabby tom would spare a grin at Silentpaw, noting their mirrored positions. "Then, hello. What is this river like?" A bit like an apprentice, he was ignorant of Skyclan territory. Perhaps he and Silentpaw would be exploring it together soon.


    SEDGE "THE SECLUDED"& TAGS

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    Something... Something isn't right about him...



    ( I imagine Sedge and Silent are basically doing the cat equivalent of t-posing this npc into a corner where they're just sitting on their haunches )



    It wasn't that unusual for Silentpaw to feel eyes on him in return, but what had been quite odd was when he approached the group at the very same time an unfamiliar brown tabby had joined in as well and done the exact same thing. The warrior's confusion had been very worthwhile as he had mumbled something about saying hello, but the young blue tom would pan his gaze over to Sedge for a moment. Like another cat he met earlier, this one also wore something strange around his neck; perhaps one day Silentpaw would ask them what it is, but for now, that knowledge was unimportant.


    His gaze flicked up just to catch the wide grin on the older tom's maw, and although Silent's whiskers twitched, he managed to contain a small smirk of his own. The Abyssinian was surprised when Sedge had asked about the river, his triangular ears giving a small flick. Actually... he did look quite odd. More like a RiverClanner in his build, and with that weird thing against his throat. Silentpaw had never really kept track of the other cats in the clan before– mostly because he had been a kit that stayed in the nursery for the most part– was he new? It didn't seem like it.


    The brown tabby had offered a greeting to the patrol leader, but the smaller tom stayed quiet and simply observed.


    "The river is wide, but it used to ride up into ThunderClan territory." Another warrior within the group chirped. "We'll be overlooking The Sunningrocks while we mark the northern border along ThunderClan, and a little of RiverClan as well."


    Although many of the warriors present probably hoped there wouldn't be some tension, Silentpaw's claws would momentarily flex against the earth while his placid mask gazed on towards the conversing members. He didn't necessarily enjoy violence, but the possessive little apprentice would make sure that their territory had no intruders. The tom spared another glance towards Sedge as the warriors forming the patrol stood and mentioned something about others who wanted to join could catch up.


    "New?" His voice was quiet and low, and gritty from misuse, but he was very obviously asking this to the dark tabby. Might as well see if his theory was correct, after all. Silentpaw just hoped that his question was obvious and he didn't have to try speaking too much more.


    —— storage . plotting . skyclan

  • ✦ Viperkit was often very envious of the elder felines around him. He knew that there was technically good reasons that a kitten like him couldn’t go roaming around the territory, but they just didn’t live up to his excitement of being able to actually explore. Perhaps that’s why he fixed the group of warriors and apprentices with such a pointed look, watching them from afar as some other kittens his age played a game of mossball nearby. He didn’t feel like playing anymore — not when he wanted to eavesdrop on what the latest border-gossip was.


    Nevertheless, Viperkit neglected to get too close. He eyed Silentpaw warily for a moment, feeling thoroughly creeped out by the kitten-turned-apprentice as always.


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    Something... Something isn't right about him...



    It would take the tom a few moments for him to realize that another pair of eyes were watching. His head tilted to the side, allowing him to gaze out of his peripherals to a young kit whose green eyes bore into the apprentice and the warriors. Silentpaw could see frustration or something of the sort in his gaze, which had shifted to mild unease. The blue abyssinian, as always, was amused by the change and flicked his tail. He already set himself up to go with the warriors on the patrol so he wouldn't just back out of it, unfortunately for the other tom. Rather, he would acknowledge the soon-to-be-apprentice's presence with a twitch of his ears and a blink of quiet greeting before his attention returned to the group he was with.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan