Adding a bit of Spice in the Silence {P}

[Starphobia]

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]

Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
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A gently flowing stream, low mist lapping at his paws. Towering trees as far as the eye can see. This was one of his nicer dreams. Of course, Silentpaw didn't know this was a dream. Does anyone know they're dreaming? Eh. Some probably do. Silentpaw doesn't. So, he does things anyone that doesn't know that they are dreaming does.

Something. Oh well. What do cats do when they dream?

The tabby tortoiseshell apprentice slowly padded along the stream, dangerously close to the stream, his gaze focused on the ground beneath him and his paws. He wondered where this stream ended. So, he walked. Every now and then, he had to swerve around trees and step over tiny cracks in the ground, but it didn't stop him from continuing to walk along the flowing water. For how long he was walking, he didn't know. He wasn't getting tired. That was good. That meant he could go on for hours. Even days. A strong warrior was what ShadowClan needed. A strong warrior was what Clovepool needed. From him. And he was more than willing to give it to her. No matter what it took. Even if it meant killing Shadep-
What?

He would never.

Shadepaw was his sister. And Clovepool loved Shadepaw dearly.

... He would never.

Despite wanting to scowl at himself for even thinking that thought, Silentpaw kept his usual neutral and emotionless expression, his walking not slowing. Not one bit. He couldn't stop now. Not when... Not when he was still able to carry on.

{ @Rose - Nutmeg }
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[Rose]

She/Her | Purrk(s): Dreamwalker

Boy did Nutmeg loooove this place. It was so beautiful! Kudos to her for finding it! She was simply the best! Humming merrily as she skipped along, pausing every now and then to stare in awe at the different array of leaves drifting from the trees, Nutmeg too was unaware that this was a dream. Hers, in fact. But she would remain oblivious, at least for now. They were so many different colors here. Reds and greens and yellows and oranges. Oh, Nutmeg loved it! And the smell - simply divine!

A pity she had no one to share it with. Or so she had falsely assumed.

Skipping alongside a bubbling stream, a smile glued to her face, Nutmeg aimlessly followed the water, unsure where she was going. She really didn't have much to do nowadays, all alone. So when she caught sight of a lanky figure up ahead, the outsider was more than a little intrigued. It wasn't until she picked up the pace - on the opposite side of the stream from Silentpaw - and caught up that she recognized him. Oh! She'd just been thinking about him, and here he was! What a coincidence! Or not.

"Hello again!"

[ @Starphobia - Silentpaw ]

[Starphobia]

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Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 9 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]

Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.

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As Silentpaw continued his silent walk along the stream, he suddenly had the feeling he wasn't alone. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be relieved or scared. But he continued walking anyways. Until he found out the feeling he was getting was indeed correct. And he was not happy with what he saw. From a distance, it looked like a certain someone he had not been looking forward to seeing anytime soon. Upon closer inspection (He didn't even need to try to get a closer look, it turns out), he realised that this cat was not, in fact, the one he'd been wanting dreading to see.

He instantly stopped in his tracks when the figure was much closer, and now he could see who it was. He hated that he recognised her. Not... Nutmeg... He'd "met" on a herb patrol with Rookfire and Palepaw. He hadn't gotten anywhere near her, or even give her the slightest attention. He didn't assocate with Outsiders.

The tom slowly turned to face the russet-furred cat, completely ignoring the 'Hello again' that the Outsider had yelled to him. His eyes narrowed slightly and he took a step towards her, though the stream still separated the two and held a fair distance.

{ @Rose - Nutmeg }
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