To most cats, Ellison was a lazy irresponsible guider that hardly ever did his job. He was tolerated but no one truly expected much of him. This was how he wanted things. While he knew far more than they gave him credit for, he preferred that the majority of his groupmates remain unaware of his true intelligence. There were a few that he had made aware of his true self however. Anguis was one. He had become good friends with the tom over time and he trusted him enough to keep his secret. The other was Viviana. His relationship with Viviana was different. He had grown quite close to her over time and over a shared love of snail collecting. 

At first, he had thought nothing would be able to come between them and their growing bond. While their relationship had been kept a secret for the most part so that Viviana could not be accused of playing favorites, the bond had still been there. Then SunClan had attacked. That attack had changed everything. One of those fox hearted warriors had actually attacked her. They had attacked a chaman. the Regimes equivalent of a medicine cat. Where was the honor in that? He could not let his anger get the best of him though. He was supposed to be visiting Viviana today and he had to find a way to cheer her up. This was why he had a snail with him. He had taken the time to find one that looked very special. As he approached Viviana, his expression softened. It was an odd look for the otherwise aloof tom, but as he set the snail down at her paws he offered a small smile. "I found this. I thought you might want it since you haven't been able to make it to where we keep our collection."