FallClan was famous for changing seasons, especially when the winter beckoned for them to come, its cold chill sending leaves a flurry the same way it would if the snow was to fall. He, just like Bluebelldream, was a hermit of his own, traveling the territory whenever he could, dreaming of things and imagining the clouds that spoke to him. He was a dreamer, he was a wanderer, he was never the type to fit into the clans, after all, and for good reason. His silence made others rather uneasy, it seemed.

He rarely intended to, he really was a better listener than a speaker. Silverspectre was a ghost, floating around with nothing but words in his head, the same words that would never pour out from his mouth no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't understand why no one could understand him, but that was something he'd never figure out, he supposed.

The silver tom trotted amongst the trees, his silver-white pelt sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the gingers and russets of the ground around them, when he noticed a shape in the distance, a tail waving in greeting. He paused, squinting for a moment, before glancing behind him. Was this cat waving towards him? He approached tentatively, curiously, giving her a wave as well. It was rare to see someone so friendly, especially one across the border.

Silverspectre was actually glad she took the time to fill the conversation in. His bright golden eyes were wide, full of wonder and surprise at the cat that had just shown up out of nowhere, talking about mud and camps, he couldn't help the small smile that started to appear on his face. It wasn't often that he participated in any sort of conversation, and he liked listening to other people's stories anyway.

When she gave a squeak and did a little mimic of zipping her lips, he blinked in surprise, taking a few moments to realize that oh! She wanted him to speak too. A sheepish look appeared on his face, his ears turning pink at the sudden attention he had garnered, before shaking his head, his paw gesturing to his throat with a shake, as if saying he lost his voice, though most would probably assume it meant he was a little sick or something, and not that he couldn't speak at all.

He peered behind her, towards SummerClan's territory, as if asking her whether she was from the bordering clan. He shrugged, as if to say he didn't often meet plenty of SummerClan cats at all.

He nodded at her story, finding his own way of relating to it. It seemed as if they both had a similar story. Parents disappear, no reason to stay, becoming a wanderer, these were all things he had experienced too. He gave her a tentative smile, before pointing to her and then to himself, and then to the distant mountains farther away, to where WinterClan once dwelled, before miming something short, as if to say he was a kit in WinterClan once...though it could also easily be misconstrued as 'hey let's go invade WinterClan right now.'

Still, his ears perked at the mention of FallClan's scents. He had always noticed that, the cedar and hinoki, the smell of sandalwood and oak...he loved it. Loved the way the ferns had a moist, damper smell than the evergreens, and how the oak sometimes smelled sweet, the wild sage smelled musky...it was a lovely perfume of all the forest had to offer. He nodded excitedly, taking a deep breath himself. He gave her a sly look, before gesturing towards the forest of their territory. Surely at this hour, no one would notice if he gave her a tour. She didn't really smell like a SummerClan cat either, and he had always been good at staying undetected.

Silverspectre knew he was disobeying the rules and that the moment Hystericstar found out it’d certainly be his last, but he was lonely and this cat seemed harmless. He was surprised to hear she had never left; his eyes widened at that, unaware that his experience of switching clans had been a peculiar kind.

He gestured to himself before turning to the mountains and drawing two lines on the ground, circling one and then shuffling that paw to the other. He had switched clans before.

He let out a quiet laugh at her comment. He leaped up in one of the boulders, striking a little pose as if to appear like an adventurer, before leaping down and heading into a forested bit of the territory. He gestured towards SummerClan’s territory: what was that like?

He blinked in surprise. Did her sister really move to WinterClan? He didn't know why anyone would, if he was to be honest. The air was cold and frigid, and there were so many pitfalls and dangerous situations to put yourself in. He knew that WinterClan cats had always held such pride in their territory and their ability to live up in the north, but he had never quite understood it. Perhaps it was because he didn't have that pure-bloodedness within him, as much as the others had believed so. His mother had been a leader but she had the same thin coat as any southern cat; he never knew why they believed her to be a pureblood WinterClan cat either.

He gave her a smile that looked more like a grimace at the thought of his brothers and sister. His ears flattened slightly, before looking away. It had been years since he had talked to any of them, seen any of them either. For all he knew, they barely even noticed his departure.

His thoughts were interrupted as Bluebelldream let out a yelp. His eyes immediately widened as she tried to kick one of those heavy little buggers. He had tripped over one too many; in fact, he had fallen into a ravine once because he had stumbled into one of those. He stared a moment, before erupting in a fit of giggles, taking a few minutes before he could stop, looking apologetically at Bluebelldream. He didn't mean to laugh.

Using his paws, he mimed out his own little incident, of having tripped on one of those things and rolled down the hill, crashing into another warrior who had been hunting at the bottom of the said hill, giving her a sheepish smile at that.

Bluebelldream was a strange sort of cat, but with Silverspectre's own brand of strange, it almost seemed as if they complemented each other that way. He giggled at the strange faces she made, before pondering the question she was asking. Was there anything soft? There were plenty of meadows, and plenty of trees in the territory, and there was...

His eyes brightened, before using his tail to beckon her forward. He knew exactly where to bring the other cat. Glancing left and right, he lifted his muzzle to sniff the air, as if finding his way through the scents of the forest. Perhaps it'd be easier to do so by sight, but the meadow of flowers by the lake was always easier to sniff out than anything else. He trotted through the trees, glancing back just to check that the she-cat was following behind.

He gestured towards the direction they were heading, before lifting his muzzle for another sniff, and gesturing to Bluebelldream to do the same.

He had followed the scent trail, the smell of lilies and magnolias were easy to follow as they moved towards the thinning trees, his golden eyes gleaming in excitement as they emerged in front of a meadow, small streams leading to the lake that glistened in the light, as if sparkling on its own. It was beautiful really, the wildflowers speckled across the grass gleamed white and blue and yellow, the alliums and cornflowers waving in the breeze.

It was honestly one of his favourite spots in all of FallClan; he turned to Bluebelldream with a giddy expression, before giving her a motion of fluorish. What do you think? he seemed to ask.