Hi okay, so this is sort of an update/telling you guys stuff chapter; it also has stuff plot wise, so keep scrolling below if ya wanna read up on what's new in Silent Calling!

Now, for those who are curious and stuff, I wanna apologize.

I've been offline for awhile now due to mental health issues, circumstance, and work.

But, with quarantine comes a lot of time on my hands, and I'm doing a lot better mentally, and I've purchased my very own computer!

So, hopefully I'll be able to upload more.

I'm incredibly sorry for the people who really got into the story, and for the newcomers who thought that this might not get updated again.

I'm hoping I can dish out more, much better content than before, and I hope you guys will keep reading and reviewing!

It's really nice having support and stuff for this story, so thanks for your patience everyone.

It really, really means a lot.

Now, without further ado, here's the long-awaited (but terribly short) chapter that I've been writing for six months now!


Eelstar sat in his cave, head resting on his paws.

The night had been insane, and Mumblebee had decided to hold off Oddbird's vigil until the morning.

Eelstar knew that the tom would probably work hard through the night to make sure the warrior's body was prepped and ready for the vigil, but worry tore at Eelstar's chest.

A black cat had killed one of his warriors.

A cat from MountainClan.

But the Prophecy had stated that the Mountain would crumbled to the Moon.

That meant MoonClan would survive whatever was coming, right?

His Clan wouldn't be in danger.

He really respects you, y'know?

Eaglewhisker's voice echoed in his head.

How ironic that they had been discussing the warrior's devotion to Eelstar and his Clan, only for Oddbird to arrive to his home dead; killed by a MountainClan warrior...

Eelstar pressed his muzzle into his paws, closing his eyes.

Everything had gone wrong, and he had suspected his deputy out of fear.

He couldn't let this get out of paw, he couldn't let fear and worry drive him to make wrong decisions.

His Clan depended on it.


Mumblebee hovered over Oddbird's body, his eyes heavy as he slowly continues his work.

The scratches and mauling marks on the tom's body were incredibly difficult to cover, and some how, the scent of death continued to permeate the rosemary he continuously rubbed on his pelt.

Poor cat... He exhales slowly, patching up more of the wounds. This... it looks more like torture than a scramble... Shadowcry, why...?

"Mumblebee."

Mumblebee doesn't respond to his name at first, pausing in his movements, before slowly turning and blinking at the one who spoke his name.

It was Hollypetal.

The she-cat was stretched out in her nest, her wounds still freshly wrapped in cobwebs and horsetail-goldenrod poultice to prevent infection.

"Yes, Hollypetal?" He echoes quietly.

"Can you stop mumbling please?" The black cat asks with a flick of her tail. "I understand your name is Mumblebee, but not everyone has to live up to what their name is."

The tom is quiet for a moment, blinking at her in shock.

"Uhm...? I... I apologize," he begins. Hollypetal raises her tail to silence him.

"Look, look, it's fine," she snaps, huffing slightly. Her eyes flicker over Oddbird's body, and she turns her gaze outside. "I get it, really, I do. Oddbird's gone, and you've gotta make sure I don't get infection or whatever. I get it. I just... Want some good rest, without hearing your voice, got it?"

Mumblebee pauses again, glancing outside.

It was night, and Mumblebee was confident that, should he go outside, the moon would be close to the center of the sky, preparing for it's descent into dawn.

"Right..." He agrees softly. "I... Sorry, again, I am."

The tom turns away from her, back to Oddbird's body, still shaken by Hollypetal's tone.

She seemed frustrated, annoyed even.

She didn't seem like a cat who'd just lost a Clanmate.

It's just shock, he comments inwardly. You and Quietsong saw things like this all the time. By StarClan, this is how Deadcreek acted after Kestrelfrost passed.

He swallows, staring over Oddbird's body, before glancing back at Hollypetal.

The she-cat was quietly grooming her paws, unaware that the tom was watching her.

He watched her sharp claws unsheathe, and watched as she nibbled away and cleaned them.

Her eyes were flinty and quiet, as she looked out into the night.

A chill ran down Mumblebee's spine, and he turned back to Oddbird's body.

Now he understood.

She was angry.

It was the same kind of look that he had seen with Cindercall back in the Battle for the Moon Circle.

Rage.

Pure and seething rage, undiluted by any means.

His paws trembled over Oddbird's body, and he felt another chill run down his spine.

Shadowcry... What... What have you done...?

He exhales slowly, forcing his limbs to keep from shivering.

Focus, Mumblebee, he thinks to himself. Your Clan needs you to be strong. These wounds must be hidden. For the sake of those close to him.

His eyes flicker over Oddbird's body, and he returns to work, binding and hiding the wounds and scars best he could.

After all...

It was all he could do.