tick tick tick... [private, lavenderstar]

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

    」



    He was out of camp, alone once again as the desire to find more quiet places writhed inside of him. It was a longing he often felt, especially during times where the clan's energy was gloomy and full of anger. Teddy's death had struck the others as hard as Sunwish's, if not more– even the young apprentice was feeling a prickle of concern as he knew that leafbare would bring bad news and hard times. Less prey, too.


    That very thought turned his attention to the faint scuffle of claws against bark. Silentpaw tried to push his worries to the back of his head, gradually dropping into a crouch as to not startle whatever creature was ahead.


    His maw parted, the savory taste of a squirrel on his tongue. From what it seemed, the rodent was scrambling to the bottom of a tree– likely in search of some food to store.


    Relax... take a deep breath...


    The young male paused, drawing in a short, quiet inhale. Then a soft breath outwards. He could do this. He hadn't trained much with Sedge lately, but that would make his catch that much more satisfying.


    But then that pesky thought of snow on the earth breached his mind, causing his tail to lash. Why did their medicine cat have to die at such an awful time? What if someone in his family got sick?


    A shocked squeal pulled him out of his stupor. Right, he was hunting. Silentpaw lunged out, missing the gray squirrel but swiping just above it in order to startle it to the ground. The fuzzy creature bolted off to some bushes, disappearing from sight before he had the chance to react.


    Very rarely would Silentpaw's face show his true emotions, but at this point his teeth were bared in a silent snarl. Green eyes were ablaze with frustration, yet the tom didn't hiss or usher curses to the empty space around him. Rather, his claws dug into the soil under his paws while he stalked aggressively towards the bush the squirrel had disappeared behind.


    He wasn't expecting another cat to be there, however, more or less Lavenderstar herself.


    LAVENDERSTAR


    —— storage . plotting . skyclan

    Just like her other clan-mates, the multiple deaths SkyClan had recieved recently troubled her. Blackbird her own father, Sunwish, and Teddy, all who were cats who left them far too soon... Teddy's death however stance wise left SkyClan a bit more shaken. He had been their sole healer, the only cat within the clan knowledgeable enough with herbs to guide them as a medicine cat. He was gone now. And SkyClan had no medic, or even an apprentice with the faintest idea of herbs.


    Though she had promoted Charcoalpaw, the kid had never received a drop of training. Perhaps due to his interest he picked a few herbs up just by listening, but without someone to guide him he'd never hold the knowledge a full medicine cat should have. Npc's had come to her, requesting that SkyClan requests help from another clan, requests help from RiverClan but she dismissed them with a flick of her tail. They had asked RiverClan of far too much, they still had a shit ton of debt to repay their dear ally. The other clans? Well... who could they possibly go to? Lavenderstar was either on ice with them or unsure of what their stance was.


    She didn't want to show to their greatest enemies they were struggling. She couldn't help but wonder sometimes... if some of the clans knew of their pitiful state, would they come and strike them down? Put SkyClan out of their misery? She had been rather open about this to a few cats a few days ago, but the feline really wasn't too sure how many clans really cared about SkyClan. If any clans would blink an eye if they just were gone one day. RiverClan? Yes. But the others?


    It was hard for her to answer.


    As she is thinking, the sound of leaves rustling nearby is enough to snap her out of her thoughts. Immediately alert, she instinctively gets down into crouch. The molly's bright emerald gaze lock onto the nearby shrub and right when the squirrel rushed out she made her pounce. All that could be heard from the squirrel was a surprised shriek before she put a swift end to it with a bite at the neck.


    Usually... she wasn't the best at hunting, but she couldn't help but be rather proud of her kill. With a small purr to herself, she picks the piece of prey up before continuing her walk and padding past the bush. Which is when she spots quiet Silentpaw seeming to be stalking something.

    She blinks in realization, she had technically stolen his kill hadn't she?


    "You had been hunting this hadn't you?" She meows as she drops the squirrel to the ground, "Sorry about that."

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

    」



    The apprentice immediately got out of his crouched position once he noticed the fresh kill at her paws. He wasn't necessarily mad that she took his kill– it was going to go in the prey pile anyways– but that soundless frustration burned fiercely in his mossy eyes as he examined the older molly and responded with a small nod.


    "It's... fine..." The blue abyssinian winced slightly, his voice a quiet rasp. After what felt like a good couple of moments of the younger clanmate looking around and trying to find something to start a conversation– out of respect for the leader– his ears would lift from their pinned state while he refocused on her. Although his tail still lashed, he seemed a lot less irritated now that he had a moment to compose himself.


    "... What's up?" The shortest question he could think of to ask her why she was out of camp, which would inevitably be easier on his throat. The normally stoic tom would incline his chin slightly, though still stand at his tallest. Being a mere six moons, he wasn't nearly close to how tall he would be: in fact, from such a close proximity, some of his fur tufted down his spine as evidence that he still had a lot of growing to do.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan