•| The Guild | Closed to new members for now |•

(Well I had stated that Acorn and Pickles had made it to camp and Acorn kept night watch over him/the camp. So. If Twilight stayed too that's ok)

The dawn started to filter through the trees, lighting up the sky in a soft purple and pink hue. The clouds that had covered the moon the night before had stayed to linger, though this time they were pale and it didn't look like rain.

Silver Ivy was already up early, talking to the Electric Creator, who held his eager attention. Silver held a confused look on his face while the elemental seemed to be chattering away like a squirrel who was frantic about loosing his nuts. They were quiet for the most part, but the form of the creator had a quiet white-noise hum that continued and could be heard throughout, though it was a gentle enough sound to be ignored.

The new cat had been brought inside Acorn Fall's den to use his bed for sleep, and Acorn sat just outside, his orange eyes starting to become slightly tired and lose their luster, but he remained awake and aware, glancing inside the cave every now and then to check on the new tom. He had watched the kits being brought into camp with Aspen Moon and eagerly wanted to visit them to congratulate Aspen as well as see the new scraps of fur that were to be his future guildmates. He was curious to know what she would name them, as were the rest of the cats he presumed.

Acorn Fall licked a paw and swiped it over his face, clearing away the eye-sand that had started collecting around the corners and blinking a few times. He'd probably have to stay awake until tonight, an he internally groused about it bitterly. He turned once more and brushed aside the vine-covered entrance to check on the cat again. He was stirring in the nest. He let it fall back and gave Twilight Lily a brief nod before going inside.

The Fall family den was small. Having only ever held his grandparents, taken by greencough a fateful winter moons ago while he was no more than 4 moons old, and his parents, who gave birth to only a single kit, himself, and had passed on, one in an accident when an earth necklace malfunctioned, crushing his father, and his mother only a short while ago of old age. Other than the lonely bed in the center of the room where Acorn slept, now occupied with this mysterious stranger, there was a tiny collection of things in the far corner that reminded him of his family. A shard of the malfunctioned and now powerless earth gem, a carefully preserved and dried herb, and a tiny acorn on a stem that had since dried out on the inside and would rattle if shaken.

Acorn Fall stood above the tom cat, waiting for him to wake up. The gray tom's eyes slowly opened just a crack and he moaned.