I'll Sing to You in Different Tongues [C]

Forest Speak
Feral Speak


The familiar timbre of Wiggleworm's voice was like birdsong, capturing the warrior's attention immediately. The meticulous task of stacking the fresh-kill pile was quickly forgone, as Silverdusk turned, a smile illuminating their features, to greet the spotted tom. A smile that only grew when he spoke to them in his native tongue, how pleasant it sounded when he spoke it -especially after his confession about Cloudychase. It meant so much to see how far he had come, and that he was growing to be confident in all parts of himself... Which was why the sudden nervousness he spoke with caught the tall molly off guard. Nervous to ask for their company, they were the closest of friends he did not need to ask; her answer would always be yes.

Silverdusk padded closer to him, raising their head to gently lick his cheek. The gesture, however simple, set them alight. Tingling from head to tail, and wishing they were more than just friends. The notion of her feelings towards him, had hit them very suddenly, but truth be told they had been there far longer. If only war had not been the force that exposed them, it made things so much more complicated. There was grief in her heart for something that had never existed between them and perhaps never would. She sniffed, pushing past the emotions that constricted their heart, and easing into what was normalcy between the two. "Of course I will walk with you, Wiggleworm."

There was a longing to say more. The mention of blooming flowers, stirring those feelings once more. They were not so easy to push down and forget, not when they spent so much time together. And not when he was far, far, too good for them. Why was there no room for feelings to blossom like the flowers he spoke of? Reality was cold and a breaker of hearts, but a world with Wiggleworm in it was a world far better than one without. "You lead and I will follow." purred Silverdusk.

Forest Speak
Feral Speak

Wiggleworm was acting like a kit, and Silverdusk couldn't fathom why. Conversation was usually so easy between them, but today the spotted tom was tripping over all his words -both feral and of the forest tongue. Green eyes blinked, as he paused to look at them, heat rushing to their cheeks as his gaze lingered. It took them a moment to decide on how best to reply with the way the tom was flitting between both languages. "Is that not what we usually talk about?" mewed the tall warrior. Maybe the switching of tongues was another mark of his anxiety, was he scared of her? He'd never been so bashful around them before, had something changed? Silverdusk's tail swished back and forth and she opened their mouth to ask, but Wiggleworm was already hurriedly squeezing out of camp.

They shook their head, trotting to catch up to him. Answers would come in time, and they were always honest with one another, he would tell them when he was ready. Finally, the silver molly caught up with him, their pelts brushing together, which only added to the warmth that still bloomed on her cheeks. With the duties that came with having an apprentice they were yet to admire the forest during Newleaf, this walk allowed Silverdusk's ever racing mind to slow. To take in the sights and smells. There was a sweet aroma to the air, full of pollen and it tickled her nose. The landscape itself was dappled with colour, evidence of the dawning season. Green split between the blossoms of blues and whites, the precursor of an explosion of colour. The same way Wiggleworm banished the monochromatic melancholy that had sunk its claws into her life as of late. Silverdusk sneezed loudly.

The welcome intrusion of his voice, drew them forward, back to reality. Their pawsteps fell evenly, perfectly in tow with the large warrior's own. The stumbling from earlier was still there, but as the wind gently rustled the leaves above, sending petals cascading to the ground, he seemed to rise in stature, finding that familiar confidence. The shift, brought a warm smile to Silverdusk's maw, happy he was more comfortable and acting like himself again. Which meant gentle brown eyes creased with worry for them. Though, Wiggleworm did not need to worry. "Better." replied Silverdusk and she meant it. Truly.

It had been so hard, but now the scar tissue was healing. It flared up, as all wounds do, but it wasn't all consuming. The mountain of guilt had become a molehill of regrets. The war... It still played over and over in her mind, but the desire to change the past ebbed. Would the future they wished to forge be darker than the one they were in? The God of Now had urged her to save Honeydew, to protect those that needed it most. Wiggleworm had been right all along, though it had taken moons to accept the truth. Saving Honeydew would be a path to peace with SkyClan, and a means to Sunfire's head too. The contradictory nature of the thought did not dawn on the she-cat. "Flowers can still grow amongst the ashes, and as ThunderClan recovers so do I. I feel much better, and this walk has made me feel better still. What of you, Wiggleworm?" Silverdusk cocked their head in question.

Forest Speak
Feral Speak


Despite his nervousness, Wiggleworm didn't seem afraid of them... More so nervous. Had her assumption about his fear been misplaced? Silverdusk sighed in relief, they didn't know what they'd do if he suddenly disliked them. Now reassured, his nervousness instead coaxed a soft laugh from the tall molly. Their eyes squeezed close, and she pressed against him. Once before, Wiggleworm had laughed at their own awkwardness and they had been so dumbfounded, but now it was her turn. Though that brief reassurance melted away as the tom let out a mouse-like squeak and practically jumped away from them. Silverdusk paused, their ears falling backwards, was that too personal of a gesture? She hadn't meant too... Even before their feelings had developed she had always been physically close with him, so why now did he shy away? Heat burned their cheeks, had she accidentally brushed against a wound? Had he been injured? By another cat? Hot air pushed its way out of her nose, whoever had hurt Wiggleworm, whoever had done this, they would find out. And then she'd sink their claws into their skin. Wiggleworm would not end up murdered like their clanmates.

He returned to their side, but the absence of his pelt brushing against her own was noticeable, and she mourned its loss. "Are you hurt?" they all but blurted, green eyes laced with concern gazing up at him. Still he seemed much too focused on whatever was bothering him to reply. Their brow furrowed, but she wasn't going to push it. Instead she took to admiring the scenery again, and just being content in the feral warrior's presence.

Ahead, there was a thick cluster of ferns and Wiggleworm turned to look at her. His smile was warm and perfect, but what he said worried them. This trip had been important, and now they were away from camp was he going to tell them what happened? Silverdusk's forehead creased with worry, but naturally she followed him, brushing the fronds aside. The spot, though unintentional the silver she-cat assumed, he had chosen was possibly one of the most beautiful scenes she had ever come across. A glade dappled with white and shafts of sunlight that turned Wiggleworm gold and his eyes into pools of Honey. If it weren't for the tightness in their chest at what he wanted to reveal, she would have broken into a loud purr. They smiled, but immediately felt sick with dread. "If you are about to tell me you are hurt, I will bring down this entire forest." mewed Silverdusk quietly.