POWER OF PROPHECY [ hailstone ]

[SILVERSMOKE]

He regretted complaining about the snow. Not even a day after the bitter thoughts had entered his brain, the winds had whipped up the worst of what leafbare had to offer, to the point where even he did not want to work. Outside the warrior's den in a poor attempt to guard it, Silversmoke's fur kinked in wild directions from the erratic weather, making him look more porcupine than feline. Snow clumped at the ends of it like marshmallows on a stick, the weight of it dragged his whiskers toward the earth, it was utterly miserable, but Smokey still preferred the fake job to the idleness of hiding in dens. He knew himself too well, he knew that his paws would grow restless and his mouth would soon follow, there was no telling how the others would take his boredom-driven comments. Heterochromatic eyes narrowed, Silversmoke assessed the barren camp before him, his paws kneading the soft ground below. Did he want something to happen? Anticipation crept into his still muscles as he considered the possibility of a pack of dogs invading the camp... or a twoleg kicking down their nests. He could be ready for action in a heartbeat, then, he considered the damage it would cause, and sighed sharply. 'I'm being mouse-brained.'

Silversmoke escaped into the warmth of the warrior's den, his eyes narrowing as he spotted one of the daylight warriors taking up space. His skin prickled with irritation, though he recognised in this instance, it would perhaps be unfair to blame them for wanting to stay in SkyClan's camp. A cozy home and free food were only good if they were accessible, Silversmoke didn't doubt that Hailstone's twolegs would rather leave their cat to die than open their doors to such foul conditions. They were awful creatures, their kindness a front for a vanity that was only matched by the kittypets themselves. With little understanding of social faux pas, the agile tabby stared towards Hail as he took a seat, hunched over his own paws as he waited for the snow to melt from his fur. For the most part, he had kept away from the daylight warriors, finding little in common with those who'd willingly take the easiest route to be a Clan member. In such confined quarters, with wind whistling through gaps in the bramble and boredom proving a greater enemy than any fox or badger, however, Silversmoke found himself with questions that needed answering.

"Hailstone." He tested the name on his tongue, his tail lashing as he reached a conclusion. "Your name sounds normal." He tilted his muzzle towards the other, expecting an explanation for the 'normal-sounding' name.

@Hailstone


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[Ashenclaw]

[ ☾ ] The sudden change of weather was something no cat expected to happen, even though it was pretty far into leaf-bare. They hadn't been prepared for a sudden heavy snowfall and it was harder to get out of camp than anything else now. So, he had been stuck here for the last few days and it wasn't like it was a bad thing- he just worried about his humans. Since his staying the night with Orangeblossom they had been more strict on his time outsider and with this blizzard appearing it was likely they would come looking for him. Though Hailstone just hasn't been able to return to home yet and frankly; he was rather enjoying it.

He got to spend more time with Orangeblossom when he was here. He got to be on more patrols, got to know his clanmates and the like while being home did hinder that. The blue tabby had taken up residence in the warriors' den to escape the cold and wind for a moment, settling into the nest that smelled most like the orange and white cat and wondered if he'd be able to return back today. It was less than likely, but it was a nice thought at least.

The entrance rustled slightly as a body entered the warriors' den, and he looked up from the nest to see who it was out of curiousity. Then a voice spoke about his name sounding normal and there was a raise of an eyebrow, "Thanks?" He questioned back to the silver tabby cat. It was Silversmoke; a tomcat that was a great warrior and one he didn't really know much about. Hailstone glanced at the entrance for a moment before back to Silversmoke and came back with that of, "You're Silversmoke? Very myserious name like the mist when it rains,"

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[SILVERSMOKE]

Confused, his ears spun in two different directions, though his expression remained woefully motionless as he stared towards the daylight warrior. "You're welcome." Neither meaning his phrase as a compliment nor recognising the quizzical nature of Hail's tone, Silversmoke decided to leave his comment at that. He fell back on his haunches and began to lick the snow from between his paws, trying his hardest not to cringe at the icy bite applied to his tongue. The pause was only temporary before Hailstone began to speak to him again, the tabby stopping mid-groom to shoot a glance up at the large feline. He stared for a long time as Hailstone asked him his name as if deciding whether or not to be offended that such a question needed to be asked. Then, his haunches relaxed. It was fair for the other to ask if he was Silversmoke, though the blue tabby had been a SkyClanner for a long time, he mostly kept to himself and his duties, seldom raising his voice unless it was absolutely necessary. With tension growing outside of SkyClan's borders, it was becoming more important for the tom to be social, much to his chagrin. In situations like this, he never knew what to say.

He blinked incredulously at Hailstone's interpretation of his name. Mysterious? His name was mysterious? It felt odd to hear when Silver had been his name his entire life. There was hypocrisy in that idea, one he was on the cusp of recognising, but he swallowed it down once he began talking. "I... never considered it like that before... it's not that deep though." He affirmed, mostly to himself. He had been effectively mute when he'd first become a SkyClan warrior, defined by the fresh scar upon his face and the way in which he glared at the daylight warriors. Smoke was a dim, murky thing, and he didn't doubt that his home considered that when naming the spotted feline. 'It would be so much cooler if I was named after rain though...' Perhaps he could have been Silverfog, Silvermist, or even Silverrain in another lifetime. His fur prickled with envy at the different choices, the male quickly shaking it out along with specks of melting snow. Silversmoke was fine, there was no need to get jealous of what could have been. "Neither is Hailstone though, I guess. The simplicity is good, it can be such a hassle trying to shout some names in a crisis."

Neither complimenting nor insulting, Silversmoke spoke with a near-robotic efficiency. He had opened dialogue with Hailstone, but he found himself running out of conversation starters already. Cursing his own ineptitude, he curled his tail around his paws to warm them up. "Is that the name your twolegs actually gave you? I'm surrounding by Snorlaxes and Baguettes, things that have no meaning, I guess I'm just... surprised you sound like a warrior, is all."

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