Posts by Silentpaw

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



    Better late than never.


    The ashen body of the quiet tom would make its way carefully along the outskirts of the crowd, dark orbs of forest green examining those present. He just barely caught on to the announcements: the dogs being driven out, the temporary truce with BloodClan, the new apprentices, and Hurricanegaze's potential promotion. Of course, he didn't try to cheer in case his voice broke and hurt his throat, but he would at the very least give his attention to those who stepped forward during the meeting. Hopefully the others would see the effort he was making to be more 'social' and didn't take his direct eye contact as him trying to show hostility: it was the best he could do without forcing some smile that wasn't genuine.




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    » Hey everyone! I'm going to be making it a goal of mine to come on the site daily for at least five minutes after having some real life difficulties that kept me away for quite a few weeks. I was wondering if anyone wanted to plot with Silent ?


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



    The excited voice quickly grabbed the ashen tom's attention. Peeking his olive gaze away from Kestrelswoop, he would find himself gazing down at the younger feline curiously. Since when has he gotten taller? It felt like just a moon ago he was this little scrap of fur's height.


    "Hi... I'm good. You?" It was the best he could manage. Turning his head to the side for a brief cough to clear his throat once more, he would dip his head in polite acknowledgement of her. "Enjoying, uh... kit... things?"




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



    The sight nor mention of death phased him much, but even Silentpaw didn't seem in a particularly good mood with these dogs around. He wasn't able to sneak out of camp at night easier with them around, not to mention the fact that they were enroaching on his territory in the first place.


    But he knew his strengths. He wished he could tear them a new one, but what good was a ten moon old on the battlefield against dogs that were likely much stronger and faster than him? His safest bet would be to hunt more with some other warriors and apprentices so that those who fight against the dogs can fill their bellies and rest.


    A borderline soundless sigh drifted from a milk-dipped maw, the tom standing among his clanmates and ignoring the uncomfortable itch of a few eyes. He usually hugged the back of these gatherings, but he was doing his best to be more 'out there' with these cats.


    "Good luck." Silentpaw cleared his throat, his ears wincing at a raspy breath. Maybe he'd try to get some honey after this. "Don't die." Bad choice of words on his part, but it seemed he was genuinely trying to encourage them. He felt a nudge on his flank from an NPC, but he would tilt his head and quirk a metaphorical brow. So much for that, but he wasn't well-socialized anyways.



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



    At least the first to arrive was a familiar face– and now he wasn't standing alone like a complete mousebrain.


    Cold greens seemed to almost lighten a bit at this realization, and the younger tom would slightly raise his chin from its more submissive stance in order to properly look the warrior in the eye. Silentpaw still wore his impassive expression, but the soft huff of mild amusement that released from his maw would suggest he was actually trying to be a bit... less... himself? Maybe he was finally growing up a little.


    His response would be a small shake of his head, taking a seat for the moment while his tail outstretched behind him. "I'm fine." Again, Silentpaw's voice was a soft mumble, but it seemed this was the best way to keep his throat from clawing itself out. Perhaps if he had talked more as a kit, he'd be able to speak casually like any other apprentice of ten moons: it was only a bit deeper than before, and would likely hit a point where it dropped to a thicker baritone– but for now, it was light and youthful like the young male he was growing into.


    "Just... bored." Of the same old days he played into. Of the dogs that he wanted to tear into- though he knew better than to just run out. He couldn't even slip out at night any more in the instance that one of those ugly beasts found him. "... Trying to 'play nice.'"


    He was certainly not his brother, but he would do his best to make the ruddy tom proud of his changes. Although he still didn't quite like talking, at least he would be able to hold his own in a conversation. Maybe he'd learn some sarcastic quips to toss at Maplepaw.




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



    Hunt, eat, sleep, repeat.


    How long has he played by this schedule?


    The young male wasn't known to be the most sociable, and after last moon it seemed he only became more stubborn about talking to others.


    But why? He had been perfectly fine among his clanmates, even offering a few words to those he hadn't talked to previously. After last moon, Silentpaw could be found mumbling himself, then falling quiet when someone approached. He no longer wandered out at night but that was likely due to the dog problem.


    He spent all of the former moon clinging to his favorite spot at the edge of camp like it was his lifeline, crushing dying leaves under his paws and avoiding other members openly.


    There had been a glare in his eyes. Silentpaw was usually known for his expressionless gaze, but there had been something bothering the tom that he refused to speak about. But at least now he seemed to be trying to integrate himself more than ever.


    Slender cream limbs carried the blue Abyssinian from the base of the tree holding the apprentice's den to a comfortable spot near the center of camp. This would be the first time he actively tried to engage others in a conversation, and he wasn't quite sure how this would end up.


    Nonetheless, the lean tom would clear his throat and ignore the brief flash of pain from its misuse. With a slight inclination of his chin and ears turned to either side of him, the ten moon old would call with a quiet and gritty voice: "Who wants to... talk?"


    He really wasn't good at this. With a nearly soundless sigh, the young male would curl his tail close to his hind legs and wait for subtle signs of interest and curiosity from the others before he would continue in a slow mumble. "Name's Silentpaw... if you don't know. Ruddypaw's my brother." And that was pretty much it. The apprentice's gaze cast to the side for the moment as he waited for others to show up, falling almost perfectly still after a moment save for the occasional twitch of his ears.



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



    It was something often asked of him, and yet he hadn't expected it. Silentpaw took a moment to tilt his head again, though soon a small, short nod would accompany his quiet words. "... Does."


    The tom easily contained a wince this time, but already his throat was growing coarse. Two words today. It was no real accomplishment since he strung together a few sentences before, and there was no sense of satisfaction that came with it either. As a matter of fact, his eyes only seemed to darken slightly as if he heard a rumor that his mother had been insulted, clearly not pleased with having to speak at all.


    ... Perhaps he should get some honey after this, if they had it in stock.


    Holding back a sigh, gray haunches curled to allow the lean figure to sit upright and gaze at the little one before him. They were only a couple of moons apart, but it was amazing to see how much changed over a few weeks. However, whereas Amarylliskit was sociable, it had taken many great strides before Silentpaw so much as ushered a grunt or affirmative sound despite being fully capable of speech. He wasn't even shy: he merely wanted to observe.


    "Silentpaw." The young apprentice finally introduced, as he assumed that the other didn't know his name.




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



    Unfortunately for Amarylliskit, Silentpaw often chose not to talk. As the question filled his ears and fully processed in the young tom's head, a simple huff was his only answer. Was staring rude? Sure, people got uncomfortable whenever he did it, but that was the fun part: it was all a game, and although he didn't care to win it, stars it felt satisfying when he could read their fear. The slight dilation of a pupil, twitch of an eye, their fur rising along the arch of their back and hackles lifting. Baited breath, unsheathed claws, pinned back ears– they amused him more than any game of moss-ball.


    The answer to the kitten's inquiry would be a blink– admittedly, a better response he's given to anyone who asked something of him. Surely if staring was rude, then he would feel some sort of guilt for doing so; but Silentpaw had no reservations. He wanted more.




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



    Lately he had been zoning out... a lot more than usual. At first it had been with other members of the clan: fixating his cold stare on their forms as they ate and drank and played, observing the way their fur danced in sunlight or small quirks no one else had noticed before. It felt intimate, yet at a distance. He felt no closer to any of them save for a few members, and some he hadn't even interacted with yet. There were no words that could explain the thrill of watching a clanmate, whether noticed or not, and that had made him a rather popular character for very different reasons.


    Silentpaw had arrived on scene much later than the others. With his chin slightly inclined and eyes dazed he practically looked like the walking dead– but the raucous cheer from Cavykit towards Juniperthorn's new position snapped him out of his trance and brought his gaze to the cluster of cats.


    Oh-... a meeting.


    The apprentice blinked, slender legs carrying his body closer. His mind hesitated for a second as he noticed both Maplepaw and his brother were in the crowd, but his paws would draw him over to Ruddypaw after a momentary pause.


    Striding with purpose and now a raised head, the shaded blue abyssinian would take a seat on Ruddypaw's free side and gently lean against his brother in an affectionate way he didn't often show to others. Something told him that he missed something important, but oh well– chances were that he would hear what the commotion was about later. For now, he just wanted to soak in the company his brother had to offer.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan

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



    Next to arrive in a typical unannounced fashion was Silentpaw. The lean tom hadn't been going out as much as he would have liked, so of course, the best way he sought to change this was by acknowledging the handing of weekly tasks. Coming up by Maplepaw's flank, his dark stare shifted over Cavykit as a way to imply that he would like a task as well without having said a word.




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



    A new voice filled his ears just seconds after he poked at the feisty she-cat in fromt of him. The abyssinian mix would take a step back, his own olive hues meeting the vivid greens of the young kit that decided to join them.


    Although the tom's expression hadn't changed, there was a brief air of his own curiosity; normally the younger members avoided him (with Maple being an exception since she happened to strike his interest the most before she became an apprentice) but he didn't seem to mind the gaze in return. Cocking his own head to one side in a similar fashion to a confused puppy, Silentpaw let himself examine the other tom with that fixated stare.


    Winterkit didn't necessarily remind him of himself, but anyone who didn't seem to get annoyed by his antics were often people he liked to bother the most– to see what made them squirm uncomfortably. Fortunately, he tended not to be too bad with kits.


    Unfortunately, that meant everyone else that grabbed his interest was fair game.



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



    Ah, if it wasn't his favorite cat to pick on. Silentpaw's attention swapped once more to take in the new apprentice's appearance, his answer being a small tilt of his head alongside a soft huff of what appeared to be amusement. Was there ever a time when he wasn't watching a clanmate? Probably not. Unless he was sleeping or actually doing his duties as a member of the clan, chances were that he was off creeping out a warrior.


    The ashen gray tom would finally take a stand, curling his tail near one of his hind legs with his ears angled forward as if intrigued by something. With a few strides forward, Silentpaw aimed an almost playful prod at Maplepaw's side.


    He used to never touch others except his brother, Ruddypaw, so it seemed he was just trying to force some sort of exaggerated reaction from the other apprentice for amusement.




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



    As soon as the line of visual contact was broken, so seemed to be the young tom's fixated gaze. Intense dark green eyes immediately flicked to examine the face of the one who interrupted him, unblinking.


    A thin, blue-gray tail lashed behind Silentpaw, his voice a rattling whisper as he responded, "... What?"


    It appeared he saw nothing wrong with watching a clanmate for so long, merely seeming frozen in his upright seating position. It was hard to tell how he was feeling based solely off of is own expressions, however: the apprentice seemed impassive without even so much as a quirked metaphorical brow.




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    » Ooh, alright then :eyes:

    Then maybe she's out taking a walk, looking at how the leaves are changing with the seasons, and Silentpaw's following her probably the whole way while being as quiet as possible save for a few accidental leaves crunching under his paws and the scared squeak of a mouse or something. Then maybe she tries to pick up conversation with him and he doesn't answer much except with shrugs, tilts of his head, huffs, nods and shakes, etc.


    I want him to speak more eventually, but that'll be when he's a warrior and that's still about three months away :0


    That being said, he'll still talk to her, but his sentences will be as short as possible since he's not used to it.


    Maybe she talks about her hobbies or something of the sorts to him while continuing to walk and now he's by her side, attempting to keep up the conversation?


    » How would she respond to a young tom who doesn't tend to talk much, and often ends up staring at people as if they're a piece of prey that deserves to be caught? :eyes:


    Well, he's actually a little less intense than that seems, but I'm always open for interactions and other plots concerning Silentpaw.


    Perhaps Honeywillow could be at the unfortunate receiving end of Silentpaw's latest stalking habits, having the young tom trail after her when she just wanted a breath of fresh air, only for her to turn and see something gray and peach out of her peripherals. But by the time she turns to look at it better, it's gone?


    Or maybe she could help him with training; hunting, or even sparring is something he enjoys, but he has a bad habit of using his claws intentionally either way. (For fighting practice, it's mostly because he's curious as to how one would react to feeling actual danger. He's a bit weird in case you can't tell, oops.)


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



    Gold and amber speckled the forest floor. A cool breeze tossed the dead leaves into the air, only to drop them a few lengths away.


    This was his first leaf-fall. In all of his nine or so moons, Silentpaw's never felt so... energized. Enthused? Whatever it was, it made him feel restless. Like the adrenaline that coursed through his veins when he clung to the back of a goose and brought the kill in for all to enjoy, it was as if his heart was roaring in his ears and hissing sweet nothings in his ears.


    Hunt.


    He suppressed a shudder, though he would have blamed it on the chilly touch of the breeze passing through. Perhaps a distraction was in order; this dark temptation didn't seem like one he wanted to mess with... although it had been slowly growing stronger with the passing days.


    His lips parted, a soft exhale leaving the young tom before his dark olive eyes scanned the warriors entering camp. For whatever reason, Silentpaw's attention locked on to a lean stranger. Eyes of liquid gold seemed to pass over him at first, and he could feel his ashen body freeze on instinct.


    Like a trance, the abyssinian mix was now locked on; like a statue, his form was still even with the rake of a harsh wind. There was nothing particularly interesting about her to the young tom at first glance, but the longer he observed, he noticed the chocolate undertone of her ebony pelt. The slim characteristics that some clanmates had, mixed with the unusual coloring of a breed he hadn't seen before. Curious and shameless of his staring, Silentpaw remained sitting beside the weakening blue ash tree just on the edge of camp.


    ( Feel free to jump in and interact with him! Silent's just a weirdo who likes looking at people. ebonystrike )




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



    The young tom would approach the group of clanmates quietly, taking his place somewhere near the back as dull green hues scanned those present. He listened to the cheers for those promoted and those now old enough to become apprentices, but his response would be a curt nod of approval. More denmates to watch, at least.


    ( Lame track oops )




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



    If the crunching leaves hadn't grabbed his attention originally, the soft voice that sounded a mere moments later certainly had. Silentpaw lifted his head once he was satisfied with his work, allowing his sight to shift over the form of the small tom. Dark, dull green hues swept over the kit's wide stature and tabby pelt, then the extra toes. His ears flicker with curiosity before lifting his gaze again.


    "Nope." The older tom answered simply, for ing back a wince at the grittiness of his own voice. It was starting to get better now that he was talking more than usual, but it still got on his nerves. "Watching."


    His ashen head nodded back toward the conversing form of the warrior, noting how the npc finally caught notice and attempted a shy smile before muttering something off to her friend. "... 's fun." Silentpaw added in an even quiter voice, his eyes and head following the warrior as she stood and soon climbed a tree to hide away in the warrior's den. Coward.


    A small huff escaped him before he fully turned his hues to Milkkit again, flicking his tail behind him. Now that his stalkee had disappeared, it looks like he could pay more attention to the little tom.




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



    Leafbare was on its way: that much was obvious by the chilly breeze that the fates had decided to cast his way just that second. Huddled between a blue ash tree of his same coloration and a dark bush with broad, waxy leaves, he was at least partially shielded from the cold. Something told the young tom that he wouldn't enjoy the snow everyone talked about, nor the hungry mouths or sickness that was bound to take over the clan supposedly. But leaf-fall? Oh, he loved this time of year.


    The sky was dull, and the days were getting shorter. It was a lot easier for him to sneak out of camp since the dark of night would shroud him. Trees were starting to lose their leaves in bursts of orange and yellows, which somehow made his pelt blend in even more thanks to the creamy color on his underside. It was almost like he was born this way for a reason. Like this moon in particular was designed for him.


    The blue abyssinian mix lay in his usual spot just on the edge of camp where the entrance and dens were all clear from one angle and a slight turn of the head. Olive hues stared intensely at a warrior– more specifically, the npc warrior who had joined him during his recent hunt– who was simply chatting a storm with another clanmate and sharing tongues and prey at the moment. Silentpaw took in the crisp air with a deep inhale, breaking his attention away for just a moment in order to bow his head and briefly clean the fur at his chest as cats tend to so sometimes. Of course, this would make him visible to others for a moment, but he didn't care if they spotted him or not; likely, otherwise, the only hunch one would have that he was in that area was the fact that he seemed to have an odd preference for the location.


    .milkpaw.




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