A moon has passed since Flintpaw's death, and Silencepaw's accident. The apprentice sat outside the camp, where Flintpaw was buried. The remaining four kittens of Gingerpool and Ashfall have been sitting vigil in grief for their passed brother every night now, and Acestar has placed special orders that no training will take place at night. Meanwhile, the camp is recovering from the fox attack. Warriors pass here and there, examining the destroyed bracken walls and rebuilding dens of bramble. Half the dens are small caverns in a tall stone wall, and the other half are dens made of bracken and bramble tendrils weaved into one another, which leaves their work cut out for the Spadeclan members.
Acestar sat upon the high log, giving another one of his encouraging speeches; But Silencepaw preferred not to be a part of the small gathering. He'd been thinking about leaving Spadeclan for a half-moon now. Ever since his voice was taken by the horrendous ginger-pelted creature known as the fox, his training seemed to have gotten more difficult, and he'd been doing horribly. Badgerwing looked at him with that disappointed and concerned expression every time, as if to say, 'Silencepaw, I know things have gotten bad, but please just try your best.' But the apprentice lost interest in being a part of Spadeclan. It just wasn't the same anymore, and he wanted to leave; Badly.
He'd gotten outside camp so far, but it didn't help that he had a pale pelt against the black sky dotted with stars. He wondered if each one of those stars were deceased felines. Silencepaw imagined the different era's of cats that were up there, generation after generation. He wanted to go to the North Horizon one day. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the apprentice continued on, until smacking into Mossfeather and Acestar. Oh no. "Silencepaw, where are you going this late at night?" Acestar asked as politely as he could. The medicine cat at his side gave him a worried look, as if actually concerned about his health-but of course that's what medics do. Silencepaw stared at the leader for a few seconds, before opening his mouth and closing it again, at the last second remembering he couldn't speak. He flicked his tail in the direction of the forest, then flicked his tail to the fresh kill pile, along with a nodding gesture to the pile as well. "Out hunting? Where is Badgerwing?" he asked. Silencepaw thought for a moment, then came up with a valid answer-or gesture. He nodded to the forest again, the empty, lonely forest. Then he nodded to the warriors den, closing his eyes and making a sleeping gesture, hoping the leader could understand his little charades act. "He's sleeping? No, wait-Ah! He wants you to go hunting alone?" Silencepaw faked a smile and nodded. "Alright then. I'll talk to Badgerwing later. Don't wander into trouble!" Acestar called over his shoulder, heading back to camp. But Mossfeather just stayed where she was. She wasn't buying his story. "I know that you think this isn't the right place for you anymore." she murmured calmly. "I won't tell anyone until they find out on their own. Good luck on your journeys, and may Starclan bless you, Silencepaw." she said, smiling and licking his forehead, then behind his ear. "We'll miss you, and I for one hope you find your home." Silencepaw nodded, licking her cheek in return and flicking his tail in a gesture of goodbye. He'd miss her. But not only Mossfeather, he'd miss his brothers and injured mother as well. This was going to be a long journey.
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Sound Is My Enemy
FanfictionA young, pale kit is born into SpadeClan with a rather silent personality. Although this Clan seems like a nice fit at first, AceStar is becoming suspicious of the kit's abilities and, well, paranormal silence. He doesn't talk, doesn't laugh, doesn'...
