The Quietest of Swans [Open]

Most cats loved conversation.

Most cats loved to feeling of talking and getting to know new cats.

Most cats loved the sound of their own voice.

Most cats weren't Swanpaw. Sitting in the middle of camp, watching her clanmates walk past her, with a job to do. Swanpaw had been hunting. Swanpaw had changed the nests and got rid of the elder's ticks. After all that was done with, most apprentices went to their dens to chat with others.

Again, Swanpaw wasn't most apprentices. Because of one thing that her mother kept reminding her of. She wont talk.

The white she-cat had always been listening to her mothers voice, either she was complaining to Swanpaw's father, or trying to get her to talk herself. "Snowdash, she still hasn't spoken." and "I'm awaiting your first words, sweetie." Were some of the many things she kept saying. But, this day, it was different. Her mother hadn't spoken to her at all, she couldn't even hear her voice. That's because, well, she had gotten sick and had been in her den the whole day, a relief for Swanpaw.

But without her mother constantly pushing her to speak she felt... lonely.

So she sat, in camp, but nobody seemed to care or notice.