camp Silence in Sound || RTA

[Bumblebee!]

Radio Silence ♥​

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Bumblebee slipped into camp like a phantom, always focused on the task at paw instead of dallying around, normally he is a friendly face amongst the crowd but understandably so someone others can only have a one-sided conversation with unless they understood his silly gestures, but at this point surely many of the clanmates knew how he made his communications due to what happened to the boy at a younger age. The leaf-fall breeze rustled his cinnamon fur while a few orange and fiery-hued leaves managed to find themselves entangled within the boy's cinnamon fur.

Green-blue glittered and danced as he moved towards the fresh-kill pile to place a nice-looking squirrel on the pile. A fruitful hunt for the muted tom before he too began to search for something within the pile for himself. Surely none would mind since the tom did his duties first and the queens and kits were probably already fed before he even came into the scene. Finally settling on a bird the warrior clamped it gently in his jaws before making his way to a nice spot in the opening of camp before settling himself down, looking around the camp before him before beginning his normal gestures, "Does anyone wish to share a meal?" he mouthed alongside the gestures towards anyone who would notice the mute warrior. ​

"speak""Thoughts"​

 

[Owlheart]

Owlheart would hate to admit it but she did jump at the presence of Bumblebee, she had been in her own head trying to figure out what she and Hollypaw should go over today when she noticed the silent warrior. She thought he was rather friendly, if not a little eerie with the way he seamlessly floats in and out of the camp and other social situations. The tabby knew that wasn't his fault by any means so despite her momentary jump she doesn't hold it against him. She stares curiously at him, piecing together what he mouthed and nodding enthusiastically in turn. "Sure! I'd love to" she too was confident that it was fine to eat from the fresh-kill pile by this time in the day.

As she strolls towards the tom she settles beside him, resting on her haunches. The chill of the morning slowly subsiding to a warm temperament, enjoying the day as it seems to be shaping up to be pleasant. It won't stay that way forever, soon the heat of the day would drop over the days and by the next moon even the chill will drop further. "Do you think leaf-bare will be colder this year?" She asks absentmindedly as she waits for Bumblebee to take the first bite. This was his invitation after all so she would feel rude if she invited herself to take the first bite, she crosses paws over one another. She didn't dare ask his opinion as to if it may be better or worse, she believes that it will invite some kind of bad omen if that happens.

"I suppose there's no use in worrying about it just yet since leaf-fall has barely started" SkyClan's trees aren't common in changing leaf colour, they're sparse in that regard. So really it feels no different compared to the other seasons apart from the steadily declining weather.
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[DOEBLAZE]

It is getting to be that time of year, she muses as torn ears pick up on Owlheart and Bumblebee's conversation with a quick, alert swivel not unlike a rabbit. SkyClan's few deciduous trees are ripening to the burnished coppers and reds of a well-tended fire. The latter part of the season approaches them, where the crunch of the leaves underpaw, by then withered and fallen, will signal it's time to start preparing for leaf-bare in earnest. In the interim, the changing seasons and the chilly promise they bring is a tried-and-true topic of conversation for any warrior without too much else to chat about, herself included.

" It'll be here before we know it, though. " Doeblaze settles into a loose sitting position near the two warriors, swishing her tail through the pine-littered floor. It's a circumstance in which she hates to be correct; if green-leaf could last forever, they'd all be better off for it. The earth is steadily resistant to the protests of the Clans, though, and insists on keeping the seasons in constant motion—hence the rich red leaf that flutters past her face with almost comedic timing. Her claws peek from their sheaths as the warrior braces her shoulders and stretches her forelimbs out with a brief yawn. " I wouldn't be surprised if it is. The nicer greenleaf is, the worse leaf-bare will be, or so I've heard. "

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[KITESTORM]

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Bees are usually avoided by Kite like the plague after an uncomfortable run-in with a furious hive in their adolescence. Bumblebee does not seem so bad, though, from what Kite has seen of the mute tom. Curiously, Kite feels quite drawn to the tom. Maybe it was due to the ironic juxtaposition between the two; Bumblebee must be much more expressive at all times than the black tabby. Kite hardly adjusts their stony frown for anyone but Wolf and Florabreeze.

Coincidentally, Kite was seeking out Owlheart for some light-hearted company when they spot the young molly sharing a meal with Bumblebee with Doeblaze accompanying the pair. "I think... we should all worry before it is too late," Kite interjects, hovering at Doeblaze's side (they wonder briefly if they are too close and sidesteps away) before nodding a greeting to Bumblebee and Owlheart. They sit back on their haunches and sniffs several times before setting their attention on Bumblebee. "Which... season smells the best to you? Newleaf, it's my favorite."

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SILVERSMOKE]

Though starvation was always on the menu when it came to Leafbare, Silversmoke could admit that he likely did not find it as cold as some of the others. Pale pink scars remained the only source of discomfort in the frigid moons with the rest of his body concealed with thick fur, the likes of which made his mate jealous (and provided a roundabout way for the tom to ask for cuddles when he still felt too shy to ask). Loafing against the earth a short distance away from the gathered SkyClanners, the spotted tabby listened to their conversation with an apologetic disinterest - try as he might, this particular brand of small talk felt as if it drained his very life force away. Talking about the inevitable instead of what they could do to prepare for it... was he still too highly strung? Or was he forever doomed to find these conversations exhausting?

He would try to navigate them at least, which is more than what he could say he'd do before he was kidnapped. "If need be, we can find food in the Twolegplace. The shiny trunks are always overflowing in Leafbare," he replied to Kite, his nostrils flaring. 'Right, they probably already know that. By all means Silversmoke, just clansplain.' He quickly looked to Doeblaze as if the comment was addressed to her, panicked, then settled upon Owlheart instead - likely the only cat who didn't have much knowledge on the Twolegplace and luckily, one who had made some mention of worrying about Leafbare.

Silversmoke blinked fervently but, struggling through his lapse of judgement, turned his attention back towards Kite with incredulous blinks. Maybe he'd made a blunder explaining the concepts of a trashcan to someone who'd likely lived in one, but asking how seasons smelled must've been up there too... right? Kite didn't seem embarrassed though, and clearing his throat, Silversmoke decided that small talk just might not be for him. With any luck, Bumblebee would answer for the tom.

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