Sailors fighting in the dancehall

Hoewel het koud was en het sneeuwde, bleef de waterval doorrazen. Een kracht van water die niet te stoppen viel door wat voor vorst dan ook. Verbazingwekkend en ontzagwekkend vond ze het. Het gaf haar een gevoel van nederigheid, hoe sterk water kon zijn. En het maakte haar blij dat ze in Riverclan woonde. Wolkjes adem sierden de lucht voor haar terwijl ze naar haar reflectie in het water keek, dat aan de randen van de oever vastgevroren was, maar niet verder dan een halve meter, aangezien de stroming hier te hard werd voor de kou om over te nemen. Ze wist dan ook dat ze haar poten niet op dit ijs moest zetten, aangezien het dun was en zou breken als ze het zou proberen. Vissen was hier niet de beste optie, de reden dat ze hier gekomen was was dus ook voor Vale een beetje onduidelijk. Misschien was het een les van het universum, die haar een herinnering wou geven van hoe krachtig water was, hoe krachtig Riverclan was.
- Lucentnight

A voice cut through the roaring silence of the waterfall. Valesong's head turned towards the sound, a pleasant sound of a female voice. It was Lucentnight that had called out to her, with a very simple question. The siamese just looked at the other she-cat, confused, not quite knowing what to do as she took in the bewildered and soaking red fur of her clanmate. It appeared as though Lucentnight had just gotten out of a fight, and her brown eyes were painted with worry. "Are you all right?" she asked the other cat, who she had to look up to, as she was all the way up at the beginning of the waterfall, and Vale was all the way at the ending of it. She wasn't quite sure if the black cat could even hear her over the sound of the water hitting the rocks. She hoped so - she was quite affected by the image Lucentnight had struck, and she was very curious as to why the black fur of her clanmate was so bloody and wild.

The answer was a bit.. Unsettling. Not the fact her clanmate called her baby, because damn that was kind of hot. But the fact that Lucentnight seemed to be freezing was a bit more concerning.. Valesong wanted to say at least something like 'get down there', or 'don't be stupid and seek shelter somewhere before you freeze to death', but her clanmate spoke before she could and the siamese could do nothing else than listen. The slight challenge in her words was exciting, and Vale raised her eyebrow. "I don't usually sing to people I don't know that well," she answered, a bit hesitant, but willing to accept the challenge. "However, I will make an exception in this case." She then opened her mouth to sing, a song her mother had sang to her before bed when she had been little, and a song that she would sing to her kits, if she would have them one day.

"Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine."

Her name fit her; Valesong sang a lot, often. Whenever she was alone, or was doing some chores that needed some more fun to it, she would sing. Sometimes loud, sometimes soft. Sometimes her song was nice and sometimes it was absolutely hideous to hear. But it was commonly known, that Vale sang. So it was no strange or truly rare question that Lucentnight asked her to sing for her. It felt a bit strange, though, because others didn't ask her to sing often enough for her to be used to an audience. As her song ended, Lucentnight joined in. Her voice was pleasant to hear, and the melody she sang, Vale recognized. She hummed along, softly. The other could probably not hear it. Valesong walked towards the other, so that they would no longer have such a distance between them. She reached her clanmate right as her song finished. "That was beautiful," she complimented and gave the other a wink. "They should've named you Lucentsong. It would fit you."

Haar compliment werd geretourneerd, en met een lachje en een speelse oogrol keek Vale de ander aan. Ze probeerde wel subtiel te zijn hoor, met haar gezang en alles. Maar soms werd ze blijkbaar toch gehoord, oeps. Dat was redelijk vernederend, maar gelukkig leek Lucentnight er niet stom over te doen. Nee, ze wou juist dat ze nog een keer zong. Een beetje in verlegenheid gebracht keek de siamees de ander aan van onder haar wimpers vandaan. "Ik weet niet," uitte ze, een beetje onzeker want ze had nooit eerder zo direct contact gehad met Lucentnight en wat als dit een soort valstrik was, om haar later in haar gezicht mee uit te lachen? Dat zou zwaar fishdung zijn.