Let-It-Happen [kenzi]

[riah]

W H I S P E R
silence is better than words when you're broken

Whisper sat in the occult camp, waiting. Waiting for what? She didn't know, she never did. She stared at nothing, thinking about the same subject she usually did. Voice. His name made her shiver, even though the name sounded ridiculous. She still loved it, as she still loved him. The thoughts depressed her, but she preferred the depression, it gave her something to feel. Usually she felt numb, out of place, but with the depression it made her quiet and sad. Just... something to think about.
The shecat decided to think about Ocher, just to get her mind off Voice for a few seconds. The shecat had been traveling in the clan areas, but it didn't surprise Whisper. The young shecat usually did unusual things that confused Whisper. Confusing other cats wasn't a bad thing to do, it only made it so they couldn't get close to you, which Whisper also did. So Ocher and her were one in the same almost, and pretty good friends. Even though Ocher sometimes treated her badly, like she did any other cat. But at the same time, they had a certain friendship bond. Whisper closed her eyes. The friendship with Ocher didn't bother her, but she sometimes wished that she had at least someone to talk to. Voice had fitted the slot, but he was gone, and now she only talked to him through her mind, which was actually to herself. "Makes me sound crazy." She murmered aloud, without noticing.
Other cats that were part of the occult heard her talking to herself, or even her dead brother. So she was branded as crazy. It seemed as if Ocher was the only one who didn't think that, she just thought Whisper was quiet. Which, she was. She liked it that way, and wasn't going to change... unless, possibly, someone listened to her. "That'll never happen."

[кєηzι]

' Aspen sat on the edge of Riverclan's territory. Sadness pulled at his fragile heart as he realized he hadn't seen Crowbone all day. Where could the tom possibly be? Then again, the clans did share the chores of the day, so he was probably off hunting or something. Oh, how life was different in the clans than it was in The Occult!

In The Occult, you hunted alone, fed yourself. You practically lived alone, just surrounded by other cats.... Most of which were mean, vial creatures. But in the clans, you hunted together and shared prey! You lived as a family. That's all Aspen had ever wanted. A family.

He sighed and turned away from the border, trudging across the barren land that was known as The Occult's. Up ahead twoleg dens loomed, as did the large twoleg place itself. A shiver went down his spine as he saw a twoleg monster race past on the Thunderpath.

Glancing side to side to make sure no other monsters were coming, the blue tortoisheshell tom ran across the black path, its fumes and scents stinging his nose. Reaching the other side, he slowed his pace to a walk. Just as he was about to sit down and rest, he heard a voice... A single voice. Talking to themselves perhaps?

Aspen followed the voice, finding the shape of Whisper. She was just sitting there, clearly in deep thought. The tom glanced around before approaching her carefully. "What will never happen?" He asked curiously, sitting down a comfortable length away from the she-cat. His high pitched voice annoyed the heck out of him as he heard it tumble out.

[riah]

W H I S P E R
silence is better than words when you're broken

A slightly high pitched voice interrupted Whisper's thoughts, making her jump. She turned around slowly, hoping that he didn't notice that he had scared her. His question was what really interested Whisper though. "What will never happen?" The white shecat blinked, but didn't bother to answer the question. It's not of his business. Whisper studied the length he was standing away from her. It was a pretty long distance, making it easy if she wanted to randomly bail. That would be an excuse not to answer his questions.

Whisper only stared at the tom though, not ready to escape him. He was obviously younger than her, almost around Ocher's age. She recalled thinking that he was crushing on her, but she only treated him like crap, like the rest of the so called "occult". Narrowing her eyes, Whisper started to pad forward. She was curious now. He couldn't hurt her. He was young, naive, and obviously not aggressive. I could kill him if I please. Wild thoughts entered her mind. For all she knew, he could be her brother's murderer. A wicked smile was starting to force its way on Whisper's face, but she held it back. She needed to control herself... He couldn't of killed him. This young cat was probably just a kit when her brother died. "Impossible." She whispered under her breath.

Then, like she hadn't even moved, Whisper sat down and pretended those thoughts hadn't entered her mind. And pretended that her eyes hadn't looked...distant, you could say. The white shecat sighed lightly, and decided to socialize with him... A little. "Listener." She replied to his question, obviously late. It was a one word answer, and he probably wouldn't get it, but that was the whole point. The less he knew the better. She didn't like to get too close to others.

[кєηzι]

' The small blue tortoishell tom watched the she-cat curiously. He found cats interesting... What they did, and how they moved. How they acted, and how they socialized. He figured it was what made him easy to get along with, because he could read their body language and learn how they acted quickly.

As the she-cat advanced on him, the wicked smile on her face and crazed look in her eyes, he stepped back carefully, looking her over. He caught the she-cats words... Or rather, word. Impossible? What's impossible? He wondered, but didn't question her as he saw the look leave her eyes.

Now he was really curious. What had made the she-cat angry? His approaching her? Or maybe it was herself... Her thoughts. She must be a tad bit crazy if that's the problem. He thought to himself. But then again, wasn't he crazy? He was inlove with a clan cat... And not just any clan cat, a tom.

Watching the she-cat sit down, he caught her next word. It was clearly an answer to his question, but what it meant he couldn't figure out for a while. So he sat there, wrapping his head around what she could possibly mean. "Do you... Want a listener?" He finally asked hopefully.

[riah]

W H I S P E R
silence is better than words when you're broken

She studied the tom, well more like stared, but to Aspen it could look like staring. She didn't know, and honestly didn't care. She just wanted to know why he was still here... Why he decided to socialize with the "crazy" member of the occult. Then again, most were kind of crazy. In Whisper's opinion, she thought Ocher was crazy in a way. She had obviously witnessed something horrible, and it had messed her up for life. But the shecat wouldn't know that either, she never asked Ocher about her past... No one did, no one that obtained common sense. "Do you... Want a listener?"

Whisper narrowed her eyes in confusion, staring the tom straight in eyes, but it looked as if she were looking through him whether than at him. She then realized that he had responded to her answer of his question. This, was yet again, another question. It annoyed the shecat a bit, so she flicked her ears, pretending to be unreponsive at first, like she didn't hear him. When she obviously did, considering that she had narrowed her eyes. Whisper looked past him then, kind of over his shoulder, to make sure no one was behind him. It was just in case. "Ambush." She thought again, aloud, accidently.

The shecat acted as if she hadn't said anything, though. Because, she didn't know that she had said something in the first place. She couldn't control it, and stopped noticing it. Another reason why cats called her crazy. Feeling a little better, and less paranoid, Whisper looked back at Aspen. Yet again, looking through him almost instead of at him. She remembered what he had said, and it surprised her. She showed her surprise with widened eyes without being aware of it. It was like her already understood her, even though she barely spoke. The shecat flicked her ears yet again. Thinking about that was ridiculous, of course he didn't understand her already. Deciding she had no other choice, Whisper nodded vigoracly. It looked weird, but she didn't care, or possibly didn't notice.

The white shecat cocked her head slightly to the side, surprised he hadn't left. Her one word answer before would have made a cat walk the opposite direction, thinking she was weird, or thinking she wasn't worth speaking to since she barely spoke. I wonder why. The thought was sarcastic. Barely speaking was done on purpose, but few knew that. "Why stay?" Whisper spoke, softly, managing to still speak very few words. Usually by now she had no choice but to speak complete sentences. Her encounter with Ocher was a great example.

[кєηzι]

' Aspen glanced around as the she-cat stared at him. He didn't want to meet her eyes, for fear that they'd be cold and wild again. Maybe she'd studying me? He thought hopefully, deciding to take this moment to look over the she-cat as well. She was a pretty normal looking cat on the outside, nothing too exciting that drew in his attention or anything.

His attention was caught when she narrowed her eyes at his response. Curiousity flew through his body. What had he done? Asked a question? But it got stranger as Whisper seemed to decide to ignore him. The blue tortoishesell tom was about to stand up and leave with he heard her speak.

Ambush? What did that mean? Was she scared he was going to ambush her or something? Aspen stared at his paws, trying to decifer what she could possibly mean. Boy, she was putting his brains to the test with all of her mixed up words and strange behavior. What was she thinking in her head? The she-cat had probably gone through enough to have a pretty messed up mind, so Aspen just waited to see if she'd say anything else.

He felt Whisper's eyes on him again, and his skin nearly crawled with wonder at what she was thinking about. Ah, a cats brain is so interesting! The blue tortoishell tom thought to himself, looking up at the she-cat as he heard words tumbling from her mouth.

"Why stay? Well, because. It seems like you need someone to talk to." He explained slowly. "I mean, Ocher's not alway the most understanding cat to talk to, am I right?" Aspen mewed, confessing his inner thoughts about their beautiful leader. ...She's not really that beautiful I guess. Crowbone's so much better!

[riah]

W H I S P E R
silence is better than words when you're broken

The comment about needing someone to talk to caught Whisper completely off guard. She couldn't desipher how he practically read her mind. The shecat ignored the impossible thought though. The sand under her paws was warm, and it felt nice. She started flexing and unflexing her paws, letting the sand seep in between the padded areas of her paws. Her surroundings were somewhat relaxing, but made her on edge at the same time. Was she getting too comfortable in this atmosphere?

Last time the shecat had gotten too comfortable in an area, she left. When that happened, she would start to forget her purpose in finding her brother's murderer. She thought about how Bloodclan was... Brutal, had no mercy, but at the same time they cared for each other. Whisper didn't care either way. Death didn't scare her, and neither did killing. It's part of life. "I mean, Ocher's not alway the most understanding cat to talk to, am I right?" The white cat turned her attention back on the tom. She didn't even know his name, she realized.

But, Whisper thought about it. Ocher wasn't the most understanding cat in the world. Although it wasn't like she spilled her whole life unto the messed up kit. She was young and naive in Whisper's eyes, but at the same time experienced beyond her years. Whisper noticed things most cats wouldn't. In response, she nodded her head slowly, and gave in. The tom didn't seem that big of a threat, considering he was most likely close to Ocher's age. And Whisper didn't feel threatened around that shecat.

Slowly, the well built cat padded forward, and sat down in the sand again, but this time she was only a few pawsteps away from the young tom. It wasn't too close, and wasn't too far away. It was the perfect distance for a normal conversation. But.. Whisper didn't always have normal conversations. "Right." She breathed, agreeing with what he said. She looked him in the eyes, still seeming to be looking through him. The way she looked at every cat she met.

"Name?" Whisper then asked, and swished her tail back and forth. She couldn't exactly talk to a cat whom she didn't know the name of. Then, she realized he may be thinking the same, so decided to state her own before he could ask. "Whisper." The word came out hallow. She didn't exactly like her name, but she couldn't exactly change it either. So it stuck. Just like how the pain of her brother's death did inside of her heart.

[кєηzι]

' The tom felt the sun light scorching on his blue tortoiseshell pelt and he cringed with distaste. For Whisper, who was a light color, the sun probably felt nice. She didn't attract the heat as well. But for Aspen, it seemed as if he was roasting inside his own skin.

He stepped into the shade and sat down, noticing that Whisper was coming towards him. Aspen hoped she didn't think he was moving away from her, because that wasn't the case. He'd just gotten too hot in the sun, with the hot sand under paw.

Realizing how close the she-cat had come, he figured she must have decided that he wasn't a threat... Or that he was worth stopping and talking too. Or she's come closer to attack me! He thought nervously, but nearly rolled his eyes at himself. That was a stupid thought.

Right. He heard the she-cat mew, and flicked his ears in response. So she agrees with me on something. He thought smugly. Maybe the two cats did have a chance at getting along, if Whisper would ever open up to him. Yea right! Aspen's thoughts were right. When did Whisper ever open up?

Her next question sort of shocked him, as he realized the she-cat must not know his name.... Well, truthfully he didn't know hers either. He just knew her as the crazy she-cat. "I'm Aspen... It's nice to meet you, Whisper." The tom responded, wrapping his tongue around the name. Whisper.... That's a nice name. "So, uh, How are you?" He asked, not knowing what else to talk about.

[Bear]

"Aspen..." Whisper gritted her teeth. "What a stupid name."