Silence {Warriors Fanfiction}

{𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑}

"He knows too much now. Contact another of my recruits. No, two. Three. All of them! Throw him off."

News about the eagle quickly died out. It was divided evenly between the camps and promised to fill the freshkill pile for days. Dragonflykit had immediately taken hold of at least half the feathers and dragged the tail into the den. She was still prancing around with a scruff of down and a bedding of plumage. Lightwhisper would never understand her undying love for birds. Dead ones, anyway.

After the exhausting trek back to camp, and Mottleleaf's practically useless enthusiasm instead of helping him carry the eagle back, he fell asleep immediately. It wasn't until when he woke up for his shift and Mottleleaf told him. There was an omen. Such a coincidence, since the not-prophecy was on the same day.

Declared by the oldest in the entire territory- Rigidclaw. He could spy her right now, a patchy grey pelt of what used to be splendid ginger. No wonder StarClan went to her. Younger cats and outsiders brought in hardly worshipped them. Like Lightwhisper, perhaps. He still had a little faith in them. Of course, until something proved him wrong.

The healers even had trouble. However, they still made sure to go to the sacred gathering every half-moon. It was mostly a mystery, for they never spread much information. Lightwhisper wasn't even sure that he knew what it was called.

"The way Rigidclaw just stopped soooo suddenly and her eyes rolled up and she went all, well, rigid- everyone thought that she had died or something. She was facing away from the sunset, and the rays just had a really ethereal look, and, and!"

He shook his head, amused. Oh, Mottleaf. At least you woke me up in an effective way. He had to stop him mid sentence, because all that babbling certainly won't help him guard. The tortoiseshell reluctantly obliged and went back to his snoring. Lightwhisper was seriously wondering whether he had some sort of breathing problem. Snore snore snore, all night long.

He was halfway through his shift already, thankfully. It had been an awfully exhausting morning and Lightwhisper wasn't entirely sure whether he'd make it to predawn. Some days, like a sunrise ago, he'd let Raggedtail sleep in, or ask Dewseed to step in for a bit of his shift. Kept him on the grumpy senior warrior's good side. Dewseed was hardly two moons older than Lightwhisper, and had rotated back to the worst job of all- caretaking.

It sounded nice, just doing tidbits around the place, helping out elders. That is, until cats realise they have to do it for a quarter moon. No one was willing. They had to collect moss, get rid of the old bedding, and help the oldest of elders. Basically apprentice work. Sometimes apprentices did come over, but in between those visits, younger warriors did it. They were also the ones most likely to be fixing up dens or freshening up the dirtplace.

In retaliation, Dewseed took every chance she had to do other jobs, like guarding, for example. Gave her an excuse why she wasn't cleaning up the place or such. Dew for her light fawn pelt, seed for her quick learning. He contemplated asking her again so he could gain some extra sleep. She didn't mind.

The weak moonlight sent out a ray of white, seemingly blue. Just like his pelt in the dim, seemingly blue. It scattered the clearing into two sides of dark and light, mixed in a motionless battle. Shades of blue grey in between. The sky was clear, a myriad of stars marching across in the formation of Silverpelt. No rain tonight.

He breathed in the air. Fresh, but dry. Breezy. He hopefully wasn't going to wake up with a wet pelt. The wind was challenging him, though. Maybe a little drizzle. Lightwhisper cast another glance at Mottleleaf. The tom was in an upside down hunting crouch, before putting his paws up as though catching prey. Then he started batting his paws around like there was an intense battle going on.