The Sun will Turn Dark, and the Moon Will Turn into Blood Oct 15, 2018 22:59:11 GMT
Post by foggy on Oct 15, 2018 22:59:11 GMT
Jaggedtooth couldn't stand the sound of silence, it was like an empty pit that just kept getting deeper, in metaphorical terms, and in times like this, especially, he wasn't sure he could take the lack of anything for too long, and there was already a lack of anyone in the know, the lack of noise would've been the last straw. It felt natural to try and fill it up, though he knew that his fellow medicine cats were all of the quieter sort. There was a small part of him that expected a one-liner from the brilliant white she-cat, not that he could blame her, if anything was a mood dampener it was the moon foretelling death, but he was immensely glad that she seemed to feel the same way as he did. Frostfall was a fair bit younger than him, but he found comfort in her words anyway. She wasn't the sort to say what she didn't mean, from what he knew of her anyway, so for her to be on the more hopeful side of this was reassuring. Though, she did seem to be a fair bit more prepared than him, he wondered somewhere in the back of his mind whether she had some snake in her. Jaggedtooth remembered when he was an apprentice, so long ago now, when he saw a snake eating its meal. It unhinged it's whole jaw, leaving him staring in wonder, and a little bit in envy.
His thoughts were a bit sporadic apparently, and even Jaggedtooth was a little confused as to why he was thinking about snakes all of a sudden. He quickly brought his mind back to the present, chastising his inner voice for trying to distract him from the current circumstances. Now matter how much he wanted to ignore this, he couldn't, it wasn't fair to his clan or everyone else present, he was their healer and he had to stay alert, ready. However, his mind wasn't ready to deal with the current conversation either. "Thank you, I..." The tom wasn't one to be speechless, he always had something on the tip of his tongue but right now, he wasn't entirely sure what to say or how to thank her properly for sharing her herbs if needed, it sounded so trivial out loud but it meant a lot more to him than perhaps he'd originally thought a few moments ago. He struggled for words for a second or two longer, eventually deciding to just fall back on a simple thank you, Jagged figured Frostfall was smarter than she let on sometimes so it wouldn't surprise him if he saw right past his inability to speak a heartfelt thank you.
Luckily, he was given a reprieve as the topic turned to something that he too had been thinking about. Starclan had been so quiet before this, even when Mistclan had found that weird-looking cat's body, who they could now safely assume did belong to the so-called tribe. Why did they not speak out before, warn them of the danger that would come if they followed the river? That would've been the prime time, stop the trouble before it even started, before they even knew it existed. Yet they had remained silent right up until the eve of 'the great and terrible day.' He wasn't sure what to think of that, whether he should feel betrayed or accept what couldn't be changed. "If anything's going to happen, I'm betting it will happen tonight," Saying that, he still had his doubts, or maybe that was just wishful thinking, but after looking at all the faces around him, faces from all clans, the look of morose apprehension connected them all, all of them knew something was up. "I wish Starclan had given us more time, but at least they still have style," Because if you want to communicate danger, a massive blood moon and a night of weird dreams is how you do it. He'd have to take notes for when he got there.
The weak smile she gave him was returned in kind, though he was still at a loss of how to act right now, and yet he didn't feel pressured or uncomfortable about it, if anything he felt the more at ease than he had back in the safety of his own camp. Here, they were all in the same position, and Jaggedtooth knew that if he didn't have the company of Frostfall or Cedarleap, he would've felt a lot worse than he did now. They gave him some sort of hope that this would all turn out okay in the end, which was a foolish belief really, but he'd take it over the continuous dread. "Yeah, we will. No matter what's thrown at us, we will get through it," The soft tone of his voice could've conveyed his inner conflict but Jagged decided the best thing to do was believe in both Frostfall's and his mentor's words, whose came next. Cedarleap was no-nonsense, not that there was much time for nonsense right now, and she was definitely the most experienced of all the current medicine cats so if she said they were well-prepared, Jaggedtooth was going to believe her.