Public EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE ( rock towers, intro )

SILVERPAW.

swallowed star
Jul 21, 2021
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Bones
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the only way life can succeed is with balance, silverpaw has found that concept to be easy enough to grasp. yet, she, herself, is unbalanced. it's slightly upsetting, but she doesn't focus too heavily upon the ache or the silence. instead, she leaves trails of towering rocks in her wake. every few feet receives a tower, the girl focusing heavily upon the slight sound of pebbles clinking against each other. each sound of connection is quickly followed by her own wobbled voice, cords shifting to recreate the exact sound. when a tower crumbles, she grovels and rearranges both the rocks and her cords. the moors are filled with the sound of rocks.

to a bystander, it's a mess of stacked pebbles and, depending on the outlook, a waste of time. to silverpaw, it was a way to savor and practice sound. the way the sun gleams off of the smooth and carefully picked pebbles is something holy, she thinks this is what devotion is. she just isn't sure who she is devoted to. she knows no gods, no holy figures, only the way the clouds slowly shift in both the sky and her pelt. how the stars flicker and dim like life, or how a stream carries an even tempo if not disrupted.

she has learnt every bird call in the moors, has replicated how water runs over rock, how a leaf can shatter under a heavy step. now she has moved on to the rocks, and nothing is more perfect than being surrounded by what she aches to learn. but she's too heavily tuned into the slight clinks and uneven grind of the towers to notice when one is knocked over. or when someone stumbles from her unintended trap. an eye watching the careful balance of her current tower, the other planted in the general vicinity of it. unseeing, un-hearing.

if life can only succeed with balance, she must find her own.

// feel free to knock over her towers she wont mind i promise
[ PLEASE BE A GOOD MAN, PLEASE SAY YOU WON'T TELL ]

 

JAYWHISKER

bad idea!
Mar 14, 2021
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lithe blue point with stormy grey eyeswindclan deputyeighteen months old
jaywhisker stares at the rocks scattered throughout the clearing, a fictive brow raising. at the end of the winding trail, a young she-cat watches a tower with intensity. with each clink of two rocks meeting, another resounds from silverpaw. picking his way through the maze of towers, a couple fall to the restless twitching of his tail, to which he responds with a snort.

when he reaches silverpaw, he glances at the tower she's so intent upon. he isn't sure what makes this tower more special than the others, or even why she's making rock towers to begin with. "what're you doing?" he inquires with a twitch of his whiskers. "..are you trying to talk to rocks? they can't speak, y'know."
 
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Birdwhisper was a stickler for all things organisation-based. Arranging items in certain ways, aesthetically pleasing and kind on the eyes- and best of all, easy to find- was one of her favoured pastimes. So inclined toward solitude, the ebony femme often spent hours arranging and sorting the herbs in her den, just for the pure satisfaction and relaxation it brought her. She faltered to admit, however, that sometimes the same monotonous duty could struggle out of that realm of satisfaction and move toward tedium. So adverse to social interaction, new solo activities were much more appealing to the shadow-feathered femme... and it seemed as if Silverpaw had found such a pastime.

Padding over with rarely-seen curiosity, the medicine cat studied the towers for a moment, a small smile curving her maw in amusement at Jaywhisker's words. "Ah, are they- uh- is that relaxing?" An innocent question, perhaps hiding ill an inward exhaustion.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
 

SILVERPAW.

swallowed star
Jul 21, 2021
9
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Bones
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she doesn't hear him at first, not before her mind can pick out 'doing', does she turn to face him. the sight is limited, and to fully capture the blue-point she must face him, a crooked and unshapely grin quickly sliding onto her face. "'m not talkin' to 'em..." she states it like it should be obvious, as if jaywhisker should know this by now. no one talks to rocks, they don't have ears to hear or eyes to see. "'m learnin' tha' sounds. wanna copy." it's not as useful as bird calls, but silverpaw thinks it'd be fun to just replicate a stone for a bit.

birdwhisper is a stark contrast against the lightly colored felines, but she always smells fresh and medicinal. silverpaw liked it, and a flit of her tail welcomed the hermit into the conversation. "hard to build, but i like collectin' 'em. the stones." she's been at it the moment the sun had risen, experienced many failures in the time being, but still feels a sense of pride at seeing the tall towers of stone.

silverpaw disassembles her current tower, no hesitation or anguish over her hard work being gone in mere seconds, before handing the stones over to birdwhisper and jaywhisker. something about sharing, and silverpaw likes company. "wanna try? 's fun."

[ PLEASE BE A GOOD MAN, PLEASE SAY YOU WON'T TELL ]

 

JAYWHISKER

bad idea!
Mar 14, 2021
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Bones
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lithe blue point with stormy grey eyeswindclan deputyeighteen months old
"hm," he hums along with her explanation. he can't say that he understands her reasoning behind wanting to copy the sound of rocks. there's many other things that she could do which would be productive. hunting, training, changing out the elders' nests. but instead, she chooses to stack rocks in order to mimic the clinks and clacks that they make. "what's the point?" prods the siamese, cocking his head. "what good will copying rocks do?"

when silverpaw passes a couple of rocks to jaywhisker, he spares a glance towards them, but he makes no move to try it out for himself yet. not until silverpaw explains why would he judge whether it's worth his time or not.