Dreaming About the Things That We Could Be

Subject: Dreaming About the Things That We Could Be Thu 7 Feb 2019 - 12:09

Moving quietly so as not to disturb anyone, Silentpaw padded up to the fresh kill pile. Even if she wasn't supposed to leave the camp yet without supervision after how she'd nearly frozen out in the territory, the little white apprentice still wanted to help as much as she could. One of the duties of an was bringing fresh-kill to the elders and kits. She didn't mind kits, their innocence and giddiness was infectious. She couldn't help but laugh along with their antics, but she'd never truly interacted with the elders. She wasn't sure what they were like, other than that they usually spent their time sunning themselves or telling stories to the younger kits and apprentices. She'd listened to a few from afar, ears pricked and hanging on every word as they told the tales of their ancestors. Tales of thrilling battles and warriors long from a time before she had been born. Picking up the largest mouse she could find, she headed towards the Elder's den.

Hopefully, they were kind.

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Subject: Re: Dreaming About the Things That We Could Be Fri 8 Feb 2019 - 21:07

"Who dares enter my den?" A deep voice thundered from the back of the cave, echoing off of the walls.
A series of rustles and a pop or two later, and an old, reddish-brown furred tomcat stepped into the light.
"Well, hello there-" He stopped abruptly, staring at the pure-white she-cat with a mixture of confusion and excitement.
The elder shook out his pelt, seeking to smooth over the strange pause. His daughter Silentpaw was dead- winters ago, she passed away. This was just a strange happening, certainly nothing significant. Small white cats could be found in all clans, after all.
"-Well forgive me, but I'm quite sure I've forgotten your name." As quickly as it happened, the silence was over and the gray-muzzled Bengal cat spoke once more.
He had dealt with all kinds before, and without fail, he always had them hanging on to his every word by the time his stories were finished. He'd get this one to open up in no time. All she needed was a little encouragement, a chance to come out of her shell.
"It started with an "S", correct? Si... no, wait, let me guess... aha! Silverpaw. S... Softpaw? No, that's not right..."

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Subject: Re: Dreaming About the Things That We Could Be Thu 21 Feb 2019 - 1:55

Mothpaw looked rather hurried as she carried moss through the camp, heading towards the elder's den. Once inside, she set it in front of Rowantalon, checking over her shoulder to make sure she was safe. Thornbriar could be scary at times, particularly if she was given reason to be, and at that moment Mothpaw would've done just about anything to hide from her wrath. But elders told stories, and she liked hearing stories, so pretending she was doing things for the elders - was it pretending if she really had gone to get them moss? - was a great idea, as far as she was concerned. "Oh! Hey, Silentpaw! ...If you see Thornbriar, could you help me hide?" She hadn't expected her sister to be hiding here as well.

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