Rainfur blinked his eyes open with a flinch. There had been nothing but complete silence, and he couldn't see or hear anything. All of his senses had vanished while he was asleep, so the sudden whispering that came to his ears and the bright sunlight that leaked through the entrance made him sit up quickly.
The den was a small cave, though it was larger than he had expected for some reason. The walls were a dark grey, and though he felt locked in, the warm air made him comfortable. He was more curious than anything, because this was so different from what he'd imagined it to be.
"Oh! You're awake!" came a small voice that made Rainfur turn around. His eyes widened as he caught sight of a light grey she-cat whose bright blue eyes were staring straight into his. Rainfur backed away as quickly as he could, having no trust for the cat because he didn't know her. Even though she looked innocent, and she honestly didn't seem that threatening, he didn't want to trust her, not when the last thing he could remember was nearly being killed.
"Who are you?" Rainfur demanded, though his voice wavered with fear. He was on the very of shaking as his fur bristled and his claws unsheathed. Instinct told him to do these things, and he followed, since it was the only thing he really knew.
"I'm A Ripple In The Water, but you can just call me Ripple," the frail looking she-cat told him, her voice wavering with the shock of nearly being attacked. "I-I'm the Healer here, and I was just surprised that you actually woke. You've been asleep for two moons, a-and I wasn't sure if I failed to heal you correctly or not." Rainfur's eyes narrowed, still unable to trust her. She could've been lying. . .
Just trust her already, idiot, came. . .what was his name again? Oh, yeah, Jactur. She healed you while you were asleep. Now can you get on with it? I want to see what this 'Clan' is and why I can't feel StarClan any longer. Rainfur continued to stare at Ripple, but was now interested in what his friend was talking about.
StarClan? What is that? And what's a 'Clan'? How can you even feel them anyway? Should I be able to do this as well? Rainfur was thinking of so many questions because there was so much he didn't know, yet somehow, Jactur did. It was as if Jactur was the life he'd forgotten.
Stop asking questions and relax! Jactur yelled at him, seeming mildly irritated as well as annoyed. Look, I can't exactly tell you, and you wouldn't believe me anyway, so just stop worrying about the potentially untrustworthy cat in front of you—although, if you don't want to, just remember that I could fight her off in no time—and get on with it! I need to know where we are in order to find out why—well, I can't tell you that either. Just trust this cat so we can get on with our life, okay? Rainfur frowned, because in all honesty he really didn't want to trust the she-cat in front of him. He didn't know how to, either, though instinct guided him there too.
Rainfur relaxed his body and let his fur lay flat on his back. Ripple seemed very scared now, and though he hated seeing that expression on ones face for whatever reason, he wasn't thinking of that. He still didn't trust her, but at least he was now giving her the chance to talk him into it.
"Why am I here?" asked Rainfur, trying to sound mature, though with the cautiousness came fear and the fear made his voice a bit higher than he wanted to sound frightening. However, Ripple didn't seem like he was that less of a threat, so he was happy.
"Just two moons ago you were brought to my den after acquiring a fatal wound," Ripple explained, her blue eyes narrowed in concentration. "I-I didn't honestly believe you were going to live, seeing as. . .well. . .you'd been asleep for so long. . .and I—" Ripple suddenly stopped and whipped her head around, making Rainfur's gaze shift over to where the healer was looking at, finding a golden she-cat standing in the entrance way. Rainfur knew her . . . what was her name again?
"Huntress," said Rainfur, his eyes slightly wide as a small sigh of relief escaped his lips. The golden she-cat stood tall on her long legs, and her icy blue eyes looked kindly over to him with a smile that made almost all of his muscles relax. This made Ripple loosen up as well, now having no fears of being attacked.
So you'll listen to a cat you barely even know and yet you ignore me? Jactur asked sarcastically. Rainfur brushed off the comment, having a real interest in Huntress. She was the one who had let him stay, and was probably also the only reason he was alive in the first place. Since Rainfur had thought he'd been dead after sleeping for so long, he wanted to know why or how he ended up that way, and at the moment, Huntress seemed like the only cat he trusted enough to ask. That is, if he ever gathered up the courage.
"It seems you're awake," said Huntress smoothly, her tail flicking as she looked between the two cats in the den. She stood with pride, and her perfect stance that somehow told Rainfur that she knew how to look mature and authoritative. "That's good. I was beginning to worry that you were going to pass on." Rainfur realized he was staring, and after widening his eyes just a bit, he quickly sat down and took on the expression of embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry, it seems that I've been asleep for a while. . ." Rainfur murmured, looking at his paws as Huntress giggled. He looked up, a bashful look still upon his face as Ripple began to smile. Rainfur's head was low, and his tail was twitching, but since the two she-cats seemed happy, he was a bit more relaxed.
"Its fine," Huntress told him a few moments later. "Many are a bit frustrated, but it wasn't your fault that you ended up with a wound so large. Besides, all that rest made lots of time for Ripple to heal you, so now you are free to walk around as you wish, though I have a feeling once word gets around you'll have to start working. But don't worry—I'll make sure you get a tour before then." Rainfur wondered what she meant by the fact that he would have to start working, but ignored it, because now he was excited to see what this place was like. "Ripple, if it is okay for him to leave now, I think I would like to show him around." Ripple nodded, smiling widely.
"Go ahead," the grey she-cat told them. "Like you said, his wound healed a moon ago, and honestly, I want to go see Midnight. I haven't seen him for a few days at least." Huntress nodded, basically saying 'okay' without any words and just a simple movement.
The golden she-cat turned her icy blue eyes to Rainfur, making him jump as his embarrassment returned with a wave of emotion. The grey and white tom continued to slouch, feeling quite low compared to Huntress, who was obviously highly ranked. What with her stance and natural behavior.
"Come on. . .er. . .what's your name?" asked Huntress, tilting her head to the side as she curiously awaited his answer. Rainfur's bashful smile turned into a concentrated frown as he tried to remember. It was one of the things he thought he knew, but as he tried harder, he found that his name was one of the many things lost to the darkness.
Rainfur continued to stare slightly wide-eyed as he searched for a suitable name for him. He held hope for finding his original name, but it seemed so distant. There was also a sense of confusion in his mind, as if even if he did remember it, it wasn't exactly his real name. Think, idiot, think! he yelled to himself.
It's. . .uh. . .Rain, Jactur replied, though his voice wavered as if he was lying. However, Rainfur gained a sense of security, as if it was close enough to his real name that he felt protected. Sighing inwardly with relief, Rain composed himself and smiled.
"My name is Rain," Rain replied, making Huntress's eye-brows raise with surprise. The golden she-cat paused, as if she was waiting for more, but then she seemed to remember something, and shook the thought out of her head before smiling to him.
"Well then come on, Rain, and I'll show you around our camp," Huntress told him, beckoning with her tail after standing up and walking toward the den entrance. "Let's leave Ripple to go find Midnight. I'm sure they would enjoy some time together after what's been going on lately." Rain nodded before jumping up and following the golden she-cat out. He knew that it probably looked childish, but he didn't know how to act otherwise.
When they exited the den, Rain gaped at the large cavern structure before him. Dens were scattered everywhere, and so were cats that all seemed to have a job. Kits were playing near one of the largest dens, their mothers gossiping while watching the young ones. An authoritative figure was barking out commands to those listening, and a few patrols returned, and though some were wounded, they seemed proud of themselves.
"It's nice, isn't it?" asked Huntress, a wide smile on her face. Rain nodded, looking to ledges that needed to be climbed onto in order for it to be stood on. However, on top of it was a black tom with icy blue eyes that matched Huntress's. He seemed to have a similar stance to Huntress as well, so maybe they were related?
The camp wasn't just a cave, though. It was very open, and the sun lit every inch of ground that Rain could see. They were obviously within a mountain, or rocky hills at least, for there was stone protecting the cats within the camp. Brambles, ferns, and pieces of wood created the dens, and for a large den, the cave had already created a small cavern place where Rain was sure someone important slept.
"Well I'm going to start from the beginning," said Huntress as Rain followed her toward the small kits and mothers who looked up to meet his eyes as they noticed his arrival. The mothers frowned, glancing every now and then over to their kits, who turned around and gave him eager expressions which made him smile.
One of them, a white she-cat, bounced up to him while the other kits curiously looked at him from where they sat, quite content because of the caution their instincts warned them to use. The white she-cat, however, stopped right in front of him, skidding to a halt as a wide smile made its way across her face.
"Hi! I'm Sky, who are you? Aren't you that cat they drug in two moons ago? Why were you in Ripple's den for so long? Are you okay now? What's your name? Where are you—"
"Settle down now, Sky," Huntress said, making the white she-cat look to her and duck her head. "He was sleeping for a long time, but now that he's woken up, I'm sure the last thing he wants is to be rampaged with a billion questions that he can't answer." Sky nodded in understanding, looking to her paws for a few moments. Rain was a bit sad that the kit was embarrassed, so he decided to cheer her up.
"My name is Rain, Sky, and I don't know why I was sleeping for so long," Rain replied, seeming to surprise the mothers and Huntress, who looked quite happy as well as astounded. "I'm fine now, and thanks for asking. I really haven't had the chance to talk to someone so eager in a while." Rain didn't know why he said that, but he just did, and he couldn't take the words back. He lit it slip, having no time to think about it, for Sky was already on her paws standing proudly.
"Wow!" said Sky happily. "Rain is such a fitting name for you! Do you have more to it like mother and father?" She seemed to force herself not to ask any more questions, but that was probably a bad thing, since Rain really didn't know how to explain why his name was simply one word unlike everyone else it seemed like.
"Of course not, sweetie," said a golden tom-kit who had intense yellow eyes. He and Sky looked to be the same age, though they looked nothing like proportion wise. "He's a loner, and loners can't see the Elders because of their impurity. So, in other words, because he hasn't seen the elders, he hasn't gotten a full name, and he never will." A low growl came from Huntress's lungs, making Rain take a few steps away from the furious she-cat.
"Don't talk like that, Hawk!" Huntress snapped, scolding the tom with her teeth slightly bared. "It's rude to treat Rain as if he's a rat. He's simply different, and that is all." Hawk shrugged before turning away, his tail flicking as he held his head high with pride, unable to admit defeat it seemed like.
"I'm just telling my sister the truth," Hawk muttered before walking back to his mother. "It's not like I went against the Storm Code." Huntress scoffed before standing tall, her tail flicking with annoyance as she looked away from the golden tom.
"What a loser," Huntress hissed before composing herself and putting on a wide smile. Her icy blue eyes looked back to Rain, who gave a kind smile in return. "Anyway, back to what we were doing. This is the nursery, and as you can tell, kits, mothers, and expecting she-cats stay here. It's quite full most of the time, though with no she-cats expecting anymore, it'll be empty here in a bit." Rain nodded, taking in the information with a concentrated look that made Huntress purr with amusement before leading him over to a large bramble den that had older cats coming out of it. They were still young, though.
"Cats in training stay in this den," Huntress explained casually, as if this was an everyday thing. "When kits become five moons old, they are allowed to move here. When this happens, they start their battle and hunting training, as well as basic defense. In these hills, it's needed, so defense is usually taught first." Rain nodded again before tilting his head.
"Who trains them?" he asked, his voice soft compared to Huntress's mature and powerful words that always seemed to be planned out. Huntress shrugged, a look of carelessness in her eyes as she thought about the question she had yet to answer.
"Depends, really, on who's in the mood," said Huntress, as casual as ever. "At first the Commander—I'll get to him later—assigned instructors, but we were very few in number back then and adult cats usually were needed elsewhere. So it became a thing where if any cat had time, they would take a cat in training out to learn. It's worked for us so far—though it's not like I'd know. I was trained by my father separately, because I'm supposed to be royalty and all that." Huntress rolled her eyes before walking forward, cutting across camp until they got to a few holly bushes that had been hollowed out, creating a large den made for many cats.
"This is where the fighters and hunters sleep," Huntress explained. "It's a majority of this tribe, so the holly bushes have been added and taken out many times, even in my lifetime. I sleep here, in the middle in fact, since I'm so highly ranked. Not that it's that great—in green-leaf, it's almost unbearable. Anyway, let's move on before Venom wakes up. You do not want to see him on an awful day, and not that it's a bad thing, but if he sees you, he'll get angrier than a badger whose cubs were just killed." Rain just nodded, barely taking in most of the last part. Meanwhile, there was a stir in his mind.
Wow. These guys run this tribe so much different than what I'm used to. Jactur stated, quite flatly as if very surprised, yet at the same time, suspicious. Ah well, I might as well get used to it since it seems we'll be here forever. Rain was about to reply, but Huntress had already continued walking, and since he didn't want to be left alone, he quickly caught up to her as she stopped in front of a shaded den made of strong bramble bushes.
"This is the sighters' den," said Huntress, looking a bit grim as she said this. "They are very important, because though there can only be three, they are very rare to come by. Those with good sight and the ability to spot a small dot from fox-lengths above us get this spot, and when they do, they become very respected. Anyway, there are only two at the moment—Moon, and Shadow. They are both really creepy in some ways, but you'll learn to accept them."
What in StarClan's name do you need sighters for? And why would they need to spot a small dot from the air? Jactur was thinking, sounding quite irritated and annoyed. This place is currently strange, but hopefully miss-little-goddess over there will explain it, 'cause right now this is just all really confusing. Rain ignored this as Huntress led him over to another den.
This one was huge. At first it looked like really small caves, but as Rain peeked inside, he found that there seemed to be many tunnels. Before he could get a closer look, Huntress blocked his view, a warm smile on her face as he looked up to her with a confused expression.
"This is the elders den," Huntress told him. "No one but the higher ranking cats and the newly named fighters, hunters, and sighters can come in there. Other than that, you have to have a pretty good darn reason, and you must ask permission. They are very sacred, so please, spare yourself a lecture from the commander and stay clear from here." Rain nodded quickly, though his curiosity was still pretty high.
"Have you gone in there?" asked Rain, tilting his head to the side. This made Huntress flinch and he could see her eyes widen for just a few moments before she blinked it away quickly, composing herself as if afraid of what he might see. "Did I say something wrong?" Huntress shook her head, a small frown on her face.
"No, no, it's not you, it's just something I'd forgotten about until now," Huntress told him, looking solemnly to her paws as Rain took on a worried expression. "When you receive your name, it's not done by looks. Sometimes it's not even by personality. You receive your full name by what you are going to do in the future, and what you have done in the past. So you just made me remember when I received my name, that's all. . ." Rain was trying to comfort her, but he didn't exactly know what was wrong. He couldn't remember her name, for it had been so long ago. . .
Her name is the Lone Huntress, Rainy, so no wonder she's sad, Jactur thought to him, which in turn made Rain flinch a bit with surprise. If this is off her future, it means that she's going to be alone. I doubt it's about her past—she seems quite happy here. You know, before you asked that question. Rain wanted to growl at that voice, but he didn't want to attract an unwanted attention, so he stayed quiet and instead tried to work on comforting Huntress.
"Um, I don't know if it's my place to say this, but I honestly don't think your name has anything to do with your future." said Rain soothingly, a warm smile on his face as Huntress's blue eyes look up to meet his. She had a look of curiosity and hope in her expression, which made Rain smile even wider.
"You really think so?" asked Huntress, hopeful yet calm and still somewhat composed. Rain nodded with as much certainty he could put in his eyes, and a confident stance that he hoped the golden she-cat would buy.
"Of course!" Rain told her, standing tall. "You saved my life, remember, so why shouldn't I promise never to leave you alone? It's all I could do, because if you hadn't found me two moons ago, I'd be dead. So if you want me to be with you, I will." Huntress smiled before standing up, her radiance returning once again.
"Thank you, Rain, that was just what I needed!" Huntress told him cheerfully, standing proud and happy again as she thanked him. "Now come on, I still haven't shown you the Beta and Commander's dens." Huntress nearly skipped away, and Rain followed quickly behind her, a warm smile still on his face.
They came across another bramble den, although this one was quite smaller than the other ones. It was well protected, though, which made Rain sure that someone important was staying in this den. Judging by what Huntress had said earlier, he was right.
"This is the Beta's den, or—at the moment—Flame's den. The beta is basically the second in command, and usually they are fighters, not hunters or sighters. They sort patrols out, and are on most of the battle patrols after the warning call is sounded. Oh, and if the Commander doesn't have any living relatives after he dies, than the Beta takes over, and his family would become the royal one. It's honestly really rare that that happens, but my father has told me of when it has happened before." Rain nodded, quite curious as to who the Commander was, and who Flame was. He wanted to meet cats now, though he knew he was probably far from that.
Huntress quickly turned and made her way down to a cave den that was fairly large. When they arrived at the entrance, Rain instantly noticed that there was two nests instead of just one like he'd been expecting. This was the Commander's den obviously, but who else was there?
"This the Commander's den, and also, my den," Huntress said, blushing a bit as finished the sentence. "You see, my father is the Commander, and so I am, as many call it, royalty. Basically meaning I'm special because I have the blood of the Commander within me. Not that I act that way half of the time, so don't worry about that. Most cats around here treat me like everyone else." Rain nodded, but still noticed a hint of pride in her voice, as if she hadn't meant what she said.
Royalty? We were higher than this at one point, and she's gonna lecture you about royalty? Jactur growled, a bit of irritation in his voice. Rain was confused, and wanted to say something, but Huntress was already leading him toward the ledge they'd seen earlier, so he followed.
The black tom was still glaring at him, and as Rain got nearer to the ledge, he found that the tom's scent matched Huntress's father's scent from in the Commander's den, meaning that the black tom was her father. He quickly made himself look better by straightening himself out, but it didn't seem to work, for the tom still continued to glare at him from the ledge.
"This is the Ceremonial Ledge," said Huntress. "Every time a cat in training receives their name, we hold a Ceremony, same thing with kits who turn the right age to train, and cats who become elders, and the coronation of the new Commander. When my father becomes an elder, or when he passes on, I'll have to do it all. I know all of the ceremonies by heart because of how many times my father made me watch them. I don't mind though—I'm really happy I got to learn that much."
Rain smiled, trying to picture the golden she-cat upon the ledge doing whatever Commanders do. In this image, she was scowling, but in concentration, not anger. She sat proudly upon the ledge, carefully reciting a ceremony as the cats below looked up to her in awe. It was so easy to picture it, and he was sure that she'd make it there someday.
"In the name of our Tribe, and the history of our ancestors, all cats old enough to spot a Volan in the air gather here beneath the Ceremonial Ledge for a Tribe meeting!" the black tom suddenly called, snapping Rain out of his day dream. It was then that Rain realized that the black tom had stood up, proudly looking to the cats currently gathering below the ledge where Huntress and Rain already stood.
When the cats noticed him, they whispered, and though that didn't bother him, he felt as if a hundred ants were crawling upon his pelt. Each and every pair of eyes were on him, and their murmurs, mutters, and whispers wouldn't stop, leaving his head to lower and Huntress's tail to flick with irritation.
"Cats of my Tribe, today we have gathered for a special ceremony," Shadow announced after all of the cats had gathered beneath the ledge. "Two, actually." The cats cheered, all very happy.
"First, I would like to ask Cinder, Rain, and Pebble to come forward to receive their ceremony." Shadow said, pausing as the three stepped forward. Cinder was a calico she-cat, who was long legged, and with her glowing blue eyes, she looked very cute. Rain was a light grey tom with misty blue eyes, but Rain could tell he wasn't blind. Pebble was a dark grey tom who had narrowed amber eyes. It was as if he was thinking about something.
"Cinder, Smoke, and Pebble, are you prepared to train for the worst? Are you prepared to hunt for the Tribe, even at such a young age, in the middle of leaf-bare where the snow is ever so thick? Are you prepared to fight in this war, no matter how bloody it gets? Are you prepared to be pushed to your limit to learn the ways of this Tribe?" Shadow's voice was booming, and though the ceremony was quite creepy, Rain found that it really tested the young ones.
"I am," said Cinder eagerly, standing up tall though the expression she held wasn't exactly the mature type.
"I am," said Pebble smoothly, sending chills down Rain's spine.
"I am," said Rain, his excited look also very kit-like.
"Then by the powers granted upon me, and the strength you will soon hold, I give you the right to train for the worst, so that the best things around you will be protected. All of you will be shown around the territory, and to show us you are ready for this, you will train until dusk with the cats I give you. The Claw Made of Ice, A Single Scorched Fire, and The Moon's Silent Movement shall take you. May your day be filled with excitement?" The three kits nearly squealed before finding the three cats they were to train with.
"Now that that is taken care of, I would like to ask Lightning to step forward," Shadow said, a warm smile on his face as the dark silver tabby tom walked forward and separated himself from the rest of the cats. "Lightning has trained hard to learn the ways of this tribe, and he has done much to defend this camp and everyone within it. He has met the elders, and they have given him their decision. Lightning, did you receive your tribe name, or were you turned down?" It wasn't really a secret of what happened within the mysterious den—Lightning was smiling too widely and his stance was too proud to have been turned down.
"They have confirmed my eligibility to become a Hunter, and have given me the name, A Flash of Sudden Lightning which I took with gratitude." Lightning finished with his head bowed in respect, waiting for what the Commander had to say, even though it was probably already known to most of the cats around him.
"I agree with the elders, and so you will keep your name. May you use your training to defend this tribe, and for the honour you shall now receive as a full hunter of the Cats of the Storms." Lightning looked up with a wide smile as the rest of the clan cheered his new name with happiness.
Rain suddenly realized that now, everyone was staring at him. It was nearly silent, and they were glaring, or just looking at him, while Shadow seemed to stick his nose up in disgust as he looked to Rain, whose head was now lowered as he felt the scorching stares of the cats behind him clawing at his fur.
"Another announcement that you all know now, is that the cat with the fatal wound has awoken," said Shadow coolly, sending more chills down Rain's spine. There was more whispers, most of them quite bitter, and they wouldn't stop. Rain felt another stirring sensation in his mind, but Jactur didn't say anything. Instead, it was as if he too was uncomfortable with his surroundings. "Though I would love to send him away to get killed by the Volans, I cannot, and so, as another announcement, I have agreed to let him stay, but only as a servant. I see no strength in a cat who sleeps for two moons after that wound, and so I see no use for him elsewhere." There was many whispers now, louder than the last bunch, and most were showing their anger.
"He's worthless to us!"
"He's nothing but an extra mouth to feed!"
"He's too different!"
"Silence!" Shadow yelled to them. "My decision is final seeing as we need more servants anyway. Our cats in training have no time for chores anymore with the growing population of those Demons of the Dark Forest, so our dens are dirtier than ever. Not to mention the fact that the fresh-kill pile is getting low. With this, I must take him in, but I do not request any of you to treat him specially because of his previous wound." There was a movement moments later, and to Rain's surprise, Ripple walked out from the crowd to look up to Shadow.
"What of the scar on his shoulder?" asked Ripple kindly, Midnight right at her side as if ready to protect her. "It's a star, and though it was many seasons ago, it represented something. What if that star is an omen from the clan we once worshiped?" There was many whispers and murmurs now, making Rain—and Jactur—confused.
What do they mean by 'many seasons ago'? Doesn't StarClan roam everywhere? Jactur was wondering, quite confused it seemed. Rain was confused, wondering exactly what StarClan was again and what it had to do with what Ripple had said let alone what it had to do with his scar.
"This scar means nothing, no matter how perfect it looks," Shadow growled lowly. "It is simply there, and no, StarClan has not returned. They are finished, remember? They failed to protect themselves, and so we shall never see them again. Besides, how could a weak tom like him be a sign from them?" Huntress growled at this, leaving everyone to look to her as she stood up.
"Stop calling him weak!" Huntress yelled up to her father as the iciness in her eyes suddenly became real. "He is strong, and though he may not know it, he could easily kill a Volan!" Whispers followed his as well, but Shadow stayed quiet as he sat calmly composed on the ledge, carefully examining his daughter.
"You dare talk back to me?" asked Shadow, his amber eyes narrowed. "You didn't even yell with a reasonable argument. He couldn't kill a Volan—he's scrawny and ignorant, leaving him weak and vulnerable." There was murmurs of agreement, some saying it much louder than the others.
"Don't give me that!" Huntress yelled. "I know you can feel it and I know you can see it! No normal cat would have survived that wound! No normal cat would have that scar! And no normal cat would just show up in the middle of our territory unharmed by the Volans or anything else! He has strength, and you know it!" Shadow hissed, silencing her, but she didn't look like she was done.
"We will finish this conversation in our den, Huntress," Shadow growled, his fur bristling. "Blue, you will take the new Servant and explain to him what he will be doing. Dismissed." Shadow quickly jumped down the ledge, his tail twitching with irritation and anger.
Huntress stormed off to the den they had just visited, her fur also bristled as her tail lashed with anger. Rain felt sorry for her, but he really didn't think he was that strong. After all, he was a bit skinny, and he was too scared of everyone around him to be brave enough to fight anyone.
Leave it to mister-lost-his-memory to insult everything I am, Jactur hissed in a sort of teasing voice, though he did seem sort of irritated. I can't wait till you get your memory back. Rain rolled his eyes, hoping that Jactur wasn't really mad about that.
"U-um, are you R-Rain?" asked a small blue-grey she-cat who seemed to be cowering in front of him. Her head was low and she looked as if she expected him to kill her. Rain stared for many moments with a curious yet surprised expression, wondering why she was so scared of him.
"Yeah, I am," said Rain, standing up after a few moments of silence. "You're Blue, right? It's nice to meet you." He smiled to her, but she just flinched, which made Rain even more confused. The grey she-cat tensed up before she flicked her tail as a sign to follow her before creeping away with soft paws as she made her body stay low to the ground.
This is going to be a long day, isn't it? Rain asked himself as he followed the scared she-cat. He didn't honestly expect an answer, since he truthfully forgot about Jactur since it had been a few minutes at least from the last time the tom had spoken, but of course, Jactur had to comment.
If this tribe is half of what I think it is, yes, this will be a very long day. Jactur said.