Silt didn’t have a grasp of how long had he been dead - days? Moons? Forever? All he knew was that Tidepaw wasn’t dead yet, and StarClan was full of pretentious cats with an annoying ‘holier than thou’ demeanor. He didn’t understand the concept that death suddenly made you wiser. I mean, the living can’t be doing too bad for themselves seeing as how they were still, y’know, alive.

The young tom had grown bored of the endless plains and forest, as well as the far-to-easy to catch prey, within a few days of his arrival to this starry plane, and had spent the rest of his time since attempting to break StarClan. Making ludicrously high jumps off of trees, sticking his face into those weird starry puddles until he got bored, and seeing how long he could play cat and mouse with a rodent until it just stopped trying to get away from him. He seldom talked to the other residents, though. Either they seemed in some far off place with their head in the clouds, they were insufferable, or they were just as apathetic about this life as he was. Unfortunately, Silt had spent the last few hours performing whatever absurd activities came to mind, and now needed something else to occupy his mind before he lost it. And what do you know, a depressed looking cat was sitting out in the open, just begging for a disturbance. Not that it was that uncommon of a sighting.

“Excuse me!” Silt trotted over without hesitation. One thing about death was it did wonders for your insecurities: what was the worst thing that could happen if death wasn’t on the table anymore? “Anything good happening?” He settled next to the older cat, not caring much about his reaction. Silt never tried to manipulate these pools or do any of the fancy StarClan stuff. He just watched sometimes, though he found it hard to be invested when he didn’t know any of the cats featured on this 24 hour programming.

[ sorry if this is a little all over the place! i haven’t written silt in forever
@dino. ]