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Post by Bloodpaw on Dec 3, 2011 15:24:40 GMT -5
The brown tabby and white tom stalked through the hunting grounds of the mountains. He had been trying to avoid the cats he knew to be The Silence. They were strange, bizarre cats, with magic and mysticism at the heart of their arcane rituals. Sweeney had lived in the mountains long before they came, but he had always felt that there was something out of the ordinary about the place he lived in.
The trees crackled with energy, there were strange constructs and shrines scattered all across the land. There were stones that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Every last inch of the lands was bathed in some dark history. Pagan symbols lined the rocks, and were etched into the ground.
Sweeney hunted on his own. The sisters he had grown up with were no longer around. Fawn had disappeared one day, and he'd never seen her again. Kay had been killed by a hawk on these very grounds, and he had buried her at the mysterious graveyard known as Midnight Peak. Something dangerous was going to happen there one day, he could feel it. He just didn't know what. |
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Post by ember on Dec 12, 2011 11:43:11 GMT -5
Silas saw another cat in Silence territory from the distance. It wasn't abnormal to have other cats around, as not many of them knew of the existence of the silence. This particular cat Silas thought he'd seen around before, too. He was probably around longer than their organization had been.
He wondered if he could convince this brown tabby to join The Silence movement. Personally, he hadn't heard the voices and hardly understood what everything meant, but he didn't want someone to be out there all alone like that. Silas was extremely social, so he bounded up towards Sweeney.
"Hello, how are you?" he asked.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Dec 13, 2011 18:58:35 GMT -5
Sweeney was startled by the sudden approach, and he turned around with wide eyes. For a moment he had feared it would be Marquis. He was also concerned that it would be a member of the Silence, an organization that Sweeney didn't trust and almost feared.
He looked the cat up and down and decided that he seemed friendly enough, but he didn't want to converse with the cat. He sighed, "What do you want?" he asked. He didn't dare turn his back, for he didn't trust the cat for a moment. He figured it wasn't a loner, probably a member of the Silence.
He couldn't stand that mysterious group of cats with their strange rituals, dreams, and mysticism. They were worse than Clan cats in those regards. At least they hadn't proven to be violent yet, but who knew what is going on in their strange cult? |
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Post by ember on Dec 15, 2011 1:30:13 GMT -5
Silas was not surprised by the hostile greeting. This cat was a loner and clearly wanted to stay that way. It would take a lot of convincing to get him to cooperate, but if he just got to know him a little better maybe he could integrate him into the Silence.
He cleared his throat a little and approached Sweeney with large eyes, "I just wanted to chat," he purred. "How is the prey out here? Have you caught anything today?" I hope he doesn't take that to mean that I would want to steal any from him.
He was keeping an almost sickly sweet demeanor, but it wasn't really a ruse. He was genuinely friendly, he just added an extra dose of sugar this time.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Dec 17, 2011 1:03:30 GMT -5
Sweeney didn't believe for a moment that this cat just wanted to chat. He turned away, his odd eyes glinting. He didn't want to talk even if the cat were telling the truth. He couldn't work out the motivations of the feline, but there was no way he was going to fall for whatever his plot was.
"Get out of here," he hissed. "I'm not in the mood to deal with pesky cats." His tail lashed back and forth like a whip and his fur began to bristle. He turned around and began walking away from Silas, looking up in the sky to see if he could find any birds to catch. |
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Post by ember on Dec 20, 2011 17:26:18 GMT -5
Silas was beginning to acknowledge that it would take more than just a friendly smile and some chit-chat to win this cat over to the side of the Silence. He followed Sweeney as he walked away, still trying to talk to him. "My name is Silas, by the way. What's your name?" he asked.
If he was going to recruit, he was going to have to befriend first. It was difficult to proselytize, but he was going to see this through. There was no way Silas was going to stop until Sweeney was on the side of the Silence.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Dec 23, 2011 21:26:11 GMT -5
"You just aren't going to go away, are you?" Sweeney sighed. Maybe if I humor him he'll leave. He sat down, licking his paw and dragging it across his face. His eyes shifted as he stared at Silas, introducing himself as though Sweeney cared. "I'm Sweeney," he replied. "I didn't ask your name, but it seems you're not going to leave me alone."
He had much better things to do, such as hunting. He needed to find something that would sustain him for a while. He didn't like leaving his home, for he usually ran into cats he didn't like. At least it wasn't Marquis this time, because there was something horribly off about Marquis that Sweeney didn't like. |
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Post by ember on Dec 26, 2011 0:34:53 GMT -5
Silas looked amused at how much Sweeney was being anti-social. He licked his whiskers and sighed. "You must be lonely out here," he meowed. "Why haven't you any friends or family? Don't you want to live with cats who care about you?"
He couldn't picture life entirely alone, Silas didn't even want to think about it. He craved the security that being in a group gave him. The Silence was the perfect thing for him. They were all tight knit, all bound by some strange want for answers, and even though Silas didn't know what they were talking about half the time, he felt at home.
"I would die without others," he meowed.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Dec 29, 2011 13:40:29 GMT -5
"I'm sure you wouldn't," grunted Sweeney. He shrugged his shoulders when he was asked about his family. He didn't want to talk about that. The memories still stung, as much as he'd tried to forget all about them. "I don't have anyone." He turned away from the intrusive cat.
He began to try to walk away again, hoping this time that the cat wouldn't follow him. His eyes were narrowed. Why can't these Silence mousebrains just leave me in peace? he asked himself. He looked back at Silas briefly. He didn't seem to be deterred. |
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Post by ember on Dec 31, 2011 15:13:15 GMT -5
Silas followed Sweeney anyway, despite the obvious signs that the other cat wanted to be left alone. He was determined, that was obvious. He prowled forward, still trying to make polite conversation with the other feline. "I can see that there are memories that still hurt you," he meowed. "You can forget about all that if you come and join The Silence."
He stepped back a little bit, looking at Sweeney and waiting for his reply. He wanted to be a distance away just in case the mention of the Silence set off any kind of trigger. He knew that many cats considered them strange, and even hostile. Silas didn't know what to think of his group's actual morality, but he understood the other cats suspicion.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jan 1, 2012 18:00:19 GMT -5
That word made Sweeney unsheathe his claws and dig them into the ground. Silence. Of course this was one of those Silence cult members, he knew it all along. Now he had the verbal confirmation for it too. He looked back with eyes flashing and muscles rippling under his tabby pelt. "I will never join your cult," he spat to Silas.
With his tail swishing, he walked away from the cat, this time with the intention of never responding to another word he said. He gritted his teeth in frustration. There was something wrong with those cats, he knew that much was true. He wasn't about to throw away his life and be brainwashed by their doctrine. |
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Post by ember on Jan 2, 2012 19:11:02 GMT -5
Silas quickly discovered that his usual tactics weren't going to work here. He couldn't think of a suitable replacement plan either. Just talking was usually his only way of doing things. "I'm sorry, did I offend you?" he asked. He continued to follow Sweeney, though on guard for his claws.
He didn't want to be swiped or mauled just for trying to talk about his group to some cat. This loner seemed to want to stay by himself, though, as loners often did. It took a lot of persuasion to get them to join a group unless they were at their wit's end.
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jan 4, 2012 1:03:15 GMT -5
"You didn't offend me, I just don't want to speak with you," growled Sweeney. "Don't think you're the first cat from that blasted Silence to try to stalk me until I join you." He was speaking, of course, of Marquis. Marquis seemed to be nearly obsessed with Sweeney, though Sweeney avoided him as best as he could. They'd hunted together a few times and somehow this made Marquis decide that they were partners of sorts.
He continued to look sideways at Silas as he walked away. The last thing he wanted was for the cat to follow, but no matter how much walking Sweeney did, Silas was after him. |
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Post by ember on Jan 5, 2012 19:00:47 GMT -5
"You really should at least give it some thought," meowed Silas. "I'll leave you alone forever if you tell me that you'll at least give it some thought." He wasn't sure if he could keep up with that promise, but at least he thought Sweeney might go with it. "I mean, some real thought. Consider the pros and cons. All that."
He purred. The marbled tabby stared with a glint in his eyes, looking at Sweeney. "I promise you, a life with the Silence is far better than a life lived out here by yourself. There is safety in numbers."
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Post by Bloodpaw on Jan 8, 2012 14:10:41 GMT -5
Growing weary of dealing with the persistent cat, Sweeney just nodded at him. "Fine, fine, I will give it some thought if you just go away!" he meowed. He, of course, had it in his mind that he wasn't going to give it any thought at all, and that was likely true. Thoughts of the Silence and their potential for danger did nag on his mind, but he tried to ignore them most of the time.
"Safety in numbers, sure," he growled. "There's only safety with the Silence because that's the only way I know they wouldn't murder me for refusing their multiple offers." The tabby cat snarled at Silas. |
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