Old acquaintances made new {Open?}

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] Silently, slowly a figure was sliding from shadow to shadow aware of the many sounds and different scents of the Dark Forest. The trees looked gloomy and the shadows were long and dreary. It gave the place a kind of uncomfortable feel. White paws trod softly through the shadow, fog, and mist that closed behind them as if the paw steps had never disturbed the fog. The Ground was cold and hard; if you weren’t careful the fringed air could chill one to the bone, even the soul if it was cold enough. The sun never dappled through the trees to warm the ground; just cold hard, heartless moonlight. This was a place of sadness, but that was changing, very quickly, oh how it was changing. The very moonlight seemed to be as warm as the sun. And the creatures of the Dark Forest were more and more… friendly to the beings of the natural world. The supernatural world was the home of Shriekingvoice now; his calico pelt tingled with satisfaction as he thought of every detail of the Dark Forest. It had been that way for almost thirty moons, if he could remember right. The shadows felt as comforting as the warriors den in SoulClan on a cold leaf-bare night. He preferred them, he liked them. He liked them more than anything. Secrets were told in darkness and whispered about in the light. That was the way he saw it. But here the only light that filtered gloomily through the trees was the moon. His green eyes observed the grey of everything! {Yes, taken from my first Shriekingvoice post} Though the only light was from the invisible moon, he could still make out the shadows of trees, the roots of trees, and grass. The grass made a soothing rustling sound, but Shriekingvoice was not going to be fooled. There could be another cat around any bend, and hidden in any shadow. Mindless apprentices, curious warriors, all alike and all drawn to this dark place instead of bright StarClan, with their sun, moon and prey crawling and flying about in the stars! He sniffed at this. It was a luxury he couldn’t stand. Not after months and months of this kind of life. He found his strength by feeding off the energy of other cats. Sometimes it was good energy, but other times it wasn’t so good. He didn’t care anyhow. If their mind was weak, he would gladly manipulate them. This day, or night whichever it was, he was looking for his good friend Swiftclaw. They had met in the forest a while back, and now seemed like a good time to meet up with him and see if he too had, had any encounters with the cats of the real world… Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" Words; 463 Tags; Swiftclaw. Owlflight, Seapaw? ooc| ... Meh... xD

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

you walk around like you dont know me
HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESS

It was the dreariest of dreary evenings, and Swiftclaw utterly reveled in the heavy fog wisping its way around his big grey paws. The air felt like weights in his lungs, and he loved it. He'd always been the one to favour the worst end of the spectrum.

He'd been roaming these trees for some time now. Though many moon phases have passed - it was always night, never clear day - he'd constantly set paw on moss he'd never felt, undergrowth he'd never seen. The thrill of adventure never left him, even in such a dreary world.

As he picked his way through the fauna, a familiar scent hit the back of his throat. Shriekingvoice? he thought, interested. He followed the scent of his old friend over gnarly tree roots until he reached a small clearing. A clever gleam touched his green eyes at the sight of a distinctive dappled pelt.

"Shriekingvoice!" Swiftclaw called, sitting at the edge of the clearing. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it? How have things been on your end?"

He looked over his acquaintance, pleased to see the wicked tom looked well. He flicked an ear and shook a bit of moss out of his thick grey pelt. He looked quite formidable with his perpetually narrowed eyes.

"Have you seen any cats from the living, Shriekingvoice?" he questioned conversationally. "It seems my own daughter has found her way into the dream realm."

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] "Shriekingvoice! It's been quite a while, hasn't it? How have things been on your end?" Shriekingvoice’s ears flicked back to the sound of a familiar voice. A grin crept upon his face as he turned to look at the blue-gray warrior who stood in the shadows. Just the cat he wanted to see. “It has been long.” He commented turning towards Swiftclaw, “But perhaps not long enough. Things were rather slow, but they have picked up.” Shriekingvoice sat down a few tail lengths from Swiftclaw. He was comfortable at this distance, but seeing as he didn’t know the tom that well he decided he’d keep his distance. "Have you seen any cats from the living, Shriekingvoice? It seems my own daughter has found her way into the dream realm." “That can be a good thing, Swiftclaw. The more minds we have on our side, the better.” He smirked at this. He wasn’t fond of others kin waltzing about in the forest, whether they waltzed or not. He had already taken a hold of Seapaw’s mind and he was becoming a fine warrior for his clan. His next step would deputy, but how far would Seapaw go to get the position? “I have ineed seen cats from the living. I have taken on three…” He tried to search for the right word, "Three novices’s to train in the ways of the Warrior code. They seem to be doing well, and one of them is going to be the best warrior in their clan.” He didn’t want to bring names into the conversation, but if he had too then he would. “How have things been on your side of the forest?” He asked finally. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" Words; 282. Tags; Swiftclaw. ooc| ... Hmm... slight writers block...