sparrow’s cresting / intro

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



    Unsurprisingly, Silentpaw was already awake. The thing that made that morning special, however, was that he was instead sitting somewhere in the center of camp and cleaning behind his ears with a paw. Normally he would be hidden off to the side: it wasn't that difficult for him to blend in against any of the ash trees, or within the thick bushes at that. But, for some reason, he had decided to groom wherever this morning.


    And of course, he felt eyes on him.


    Burning stares, but none which he felt could ever overwhelm his own. His elegant face was a stoic mask, with dark eyes that almost seemed distant unless they were fixated on you. Unfortunately, once he appeared satisfied with his bath, those olive eyes landed on Viperkit.


    Silentpaw almost seemed unblinking, his body as still as a tree with one paw still raised halfway to his own chest; before suddenly, he set his paw back down and shifted his gaze. For a second it almost seemed like he would leave the kit alone, but after a few more seconds and a very brief stretch of his hind legs, the young apprentice grabbed a mouse from the middle of the pile and started directly back towards the nursery, where he would soon drop it just in front of the little tom with a tilt of his head, as if silently asking if the child wanted to eat.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan

  • Usually Wolfshade found it amusing when kits made an attempt at escaping supervision, especially since they wouldn't make it every far. However, his attitude on the matter had changed as of recent. Maybe it was because of him aging or the tension going around, regardless, he was more keen to disciplining and shooing the kits back toward the nursery. He'd rather be safe than sorry.


    The dark furred warrior was returning from dawn patrol and a quick hunt for prey to add to the freshkill pile, two voles dangling from his jaws as he trotted toward the pile and set them down. He craned his neck and glanced at Viperkit and Silentpaw, giving the two a wave of his tail as he approached them. "What are you to up to?" Wolfshade questioned, a brow raising at Viperkit's awkward grin.



    take what you want from me and go —— tags.

    ☾*: I'LL BE THE BAD GUY NOW — BUT NO I AIN'T TOO PROUD

    LAVENDERSTAR x BUTTERFLYDAWN / TRAD. SKYCLAN WARRIOR / PENNED BY ALCHEMIST.

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



    That had probably been the first time someone accepted food directly from the apprentice; it almost made him feel proud, but any kind of heightened elation he felt tended to be a small presence of warmth in his chest that flickered out of existence after a mere few seconds. Though, the attempt at a smile that Viperkit had flashed up at him certainly had been worth it: almost looked like the younger tom got a noseful of mouse bile and was trying to make it seem like he could handle the smell.


    The corners of his mouth pulled, offering a tiny and very brief smile before it faded as soon as it came. Green hues turned their attention after having caught some moving figures entering camp with the scent of fresher prey. One of the warriors who had been on the patrol was now heading their way after flagging them down with a quiet greeting.


    From what Silentpaw knew of Viperkit, the other hadn't talked at all in the nursery either; the only difference between the two toms was that Silent was fully capable of speaking, but it seemed like the other was not. So, just to be a tiny bit kind to the pale tom-kit, he would look to Wolfshade with a short nod. "Just... eating."


    He cringed a bit, voice rough from the lack of use as he kept it quiet. One day it would be filled with a light baritone, but for now it sounded like a child with a very sore throat– minus the coughing. "... You?" (How about you?)




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan