Awake at Night [Open]

[wild]

Dapplestorm was surprised by the way Duskpaw had taken her words. She was merely pointing out the harshness of the world. She didn't think it was much to break down over. She shrugged inwardly. She nodded when she found that her guess was correct. So Darkstorm was the young she-cats mother. Deceased, of course. Why else would she break down like that? Dapplestotm kept a guarded expression on her face, unwilling to show much emotion, especially after that whole episode. she would control her temper now.

Dapplestorm thought of the ones she lost. She was much younger back then and had time to get over it, and she just about was. She could never forget the harshness of her past life, though. She almost didn't want to get over them, but time was slowly stitching her heart together. She knew that she would never be the same. Dapplestorm sighed, pale clouds emitting from her white speckled muzzle.

Even as the morning grew lighter, she could hear no stirring within the apprentice's den. The she-cat began to feel her eyes grow somewhat heavier, but she was not tired enough to return to her soft nest. Not yet. She planned her day out as she sat there in silence, unable to think of something to talk about. After this conversationg she would take a nap. After that she would go out hunting. Then she would eat, and sleep more. What a prefect day, the spotted she-cat thought sarcastically.

[Cloud of Diamonds]

Watching as the earth turns away from the sun...

So the spotted she-cat wasn't saying anything...maybe it was better that way. Maybe she was just utterly hopeless socially and too scared to admit it. So in a sense, Dapplestorm's silence was the greatest gift she could have given Duskpaw.

But she didn't want to be hear silence forever.

What? That made no sense. But then, did anything she ever thought? The tortoiseshell sighed. at least the sun was rising. That was good, right? And her mood-swing seemed mostly gone...hearing silence. But silence couldn't be heard - that was the point of it, it was the absence of sound. It was nothing but a word for when there were no words. For when there were no words...

..there could still be other noises, couldn't there? Sighs, yowls, screams, grunts, scrapes...but without them there was silence, too. And peace. But there could still be peace with words, right? It didn't have to be like what had just happened...right? Couldn't there be hope, at least...

Oh dream on, Duskpaw, said the voice in her head.

Fine. Just one more thing before I wait for someone to come out and order me on a patrol...

"Thank you for this."

Simple. Sounded stupid. Sounded cliche and dumb. But it was what she said. She wouldn't go back on it. Hopefully.

...seeing as the colors all blend into one, blend into one...