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Post by achromatic on May 22, 2020 9:41:33 GMT -5
Silverspectre took a deep breath, grimacing, before dashing into a space that seemed to be an old, disused path. He could smell the strong scent of WinterClan filling his nose. Great. He was definitely going to get in trouble for this, but hey, what could he do? He knew this path only because he had used this to sneak out of camp when he had been younger, barely an apprentice. His days in WinterClan were so long ago...it seemed as if some of the places near the edge of both their territories seemed unmarked, as if the frosty cats believed no one would bother entering their frigid territory.
He glanced around, at the fir trees, trying to remember. There was a hollow, a small badger's den they had found when they were younger...he wondered if that was still there? He glanced to Deerpelt, and at the fox still hot at their heels. Well, it was time to find out. He glanced towards a bunch of shrubs, before gesturing towards it and the small gap between, tangles of branches hiding what appeared to be a small opening.
Deerpelt noticed the change in scent as they crossed the border. He couldn't even be bothered to think about any consequences. His life and those of his clanmates were more important now. The warrior ran like his life depended on it. Oh wait - it did. Deerpelt followed Silverspectre closely, panting quite heavily now. He was beginning to feel like he was slowing down when he saw the other tom's gesture toward a gap in some bushes. It looked perfect, and all Deerpelt could hope was that they weren't running from one danger toward another.
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Post by achromatic on May 25, 2020 20:42:12 GMT -5
It didn't smell like any new tracks, Silverspectre thought with a wince as he dove in, his taller frame barely fitting through as he scrambled into the empty cavern, feeling the thorns of the brambles scrape into his skin. He didn't care at all, simply crashing into the walls of the small space, eyes wide as he turned to where the entrance had been, hoping that Deerpelt would make it before the other creature could get its jaws into the space. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was empty. Of course, if there had been a badger, they'd probably be able to smell it but he knew there were times when the dens didn't smell of anything fresh and yet, they found themselves in a bit of a tricky situation. At least this wasn't one of them.
The lithe tom wormed his way in behind his clanmate, finally able to take the time to breathe. Deerpelt wash smushed against Silverspectre, so he tried not to step on the tom's paws as he turned himself to look outside the hole. He was too nervous to stick his head out to properly take a peek, and all he could see from his view was bits of red as the fox sniffed around, searching for where the cats had disappeared to. "How long before it leaves?" Deerpelt wondered aloud. He tried to pull away from Silverspectre a bit, but there was just no room. They'd have to be unusually cozy for the time being. At least they were both turned now so that they could get some proper air.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 6, 2020 9:09:10 GMT -5
(no worries! might be slow with replying this upcoming few weeks anyway! i'm in mandatory quarantine LOL)
Silverspectre glanced out to the snapping jaws of the fox. He knew they were single-minded enough to be vicious at times, but the creature couldn't afford to be there, trying to eat them the whole day, right? It probably had other things to do. The tom shrugged, before tilting his head in a gesture that seemed to say 'not long, I hope.' His tail lashed, leaving dust marks in the ground, almost impatiently, as if speaking about the fox itself too. It'd get bored of trying to chase them soon enough...right?
He sighed. It'd be a long and awkward wait, and Silverspectre almost sympathized with Deerpelt. If a cat was stuck with anyone, Silverspectre was probably the last choice. A cat who barely spoke was a boring cat to spend time with, wasn't it?
Deerpelt picked up on Silverspectre's shrug. Now that they were out of danger and able to communicate, he asked, "How long have you been sick for anyway? It must be difficult going around trying to do your warrior duties with no voice at the moment." The tom felt a little worried that trying to get Silverspectre to talk would be bad for his throat but hey, what did he know? Deerpelt wasn't a medicine cat. _ ooc; yikes lol, gl achro <3
(LOL I don't actually have it, but I travelled internationally and you basically have to isolate for 14 days RIP)
His ears dropped slightly at the other cat's question. Right. He thought he was sick. This was going to be difficult to explain, especially when he couldn't quite make out a sound in his own throat. He opened his mouth, before closing it, and shaking his head to indicate that he wasn't sick. Silverspectre looked rather embarrassed to admit that he just...didn't talk. That was how it was, and that was just how it was going to be. He had survived this long without his voice, it hardly mattered anymore.
Deerpelt caught Silverspectre's strange reaction. Why were his ears back like that? What had he said wrong? "I wasn't implying that you aren't still a good warrior," the tom began, misinterpreting the head-shake. "I just meant it can be difficult." He hadn't meant to offend his clanmate.
