wondering with my words [open -- loner near the camp]

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]There was a mumbling voice that could be heard from Sunclan camp, that came from a pale white tom who wobbled on four legs. His pristine white fur was streaked with mud and grime from where the tom had fallen over multiple times in his journey there. He stumbled over root and stone, gripping a long, straight stick in his mouth to tap it against the ground. This tom was equipped with pale, blue eyes. He was blind.


    "Dear god, where am I? what have I done to myself this time? silly Wheatley, you should have never left your mother when you were a child. What do you think you could do with yourself?" he mumbled to himself through clenched jaws, holding onto the stick with a firm grip. The tom had quite a clear voice, and it rung with a warm, english accent. "Silly silly Wheatley, you can smell them, can't you? the wild cats?" he told himself, as he could both scent and feel footsteps coming closer. The blind tom moved carefully over another root, as he came dangerously near to the camp. "why did you come this way, silly boy. Should have gone around, just like she said. Silly, silly, old, blind Wheatley."


    [ white w/blind blue eyes. will buy super senses for him. 12 moons. rather kind and gentle, but as seen he likes to mumble a lot. has a voice in his head that he knows as 'her', not a ghost but just a voice in his head. ]

    [font=georgia]Voices in your head wasn't something Frostbite was unaccustomed to. Never having any of his own, he'd seen the effects of what happened to those who did have them. Wheatley, at least he got that answer without having to ask. Not trying to pry too much into the tom's personal affairs, he just padded slowly out towards the tom not wanting to startle him. In fact, this suited him rather well, he could talk into his head and hopefully, that would calm him down, "Hey, umm Wheatley, I'm Frostbite what are you doing out here on your own?" Unable to comprehend which way to approach this, he just skipped to the most obvious question. Careful not to get too close, he just sat a few fox lengths away in order to give him space. Another thing he'd learned, blind cats did not like feeling helpless.

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    Westernwaste had been out painting, and with juice still covering his paws dying them purple and blue the tom padded up to the white cat. The fairly new slayer purred softly and then in his rather deep bass voice the main coon tom meowed. "Hey honey, whatcha doin' here?" He called everyone honey, darling, or sir... Just his way of rolling.

    [size=9pt]Pandamask had been resting in SunClan's maze-like camp, rapidly grooming her black and white coat in successful attempts to pry the prickly burrs that clung on. Pandamask looked up with two wide eyes at the sound a voice, a voice that seemed to be scolding itself. Pandamask, interested padded across the greasy tiled floors until the stranger with oddly blue oculars was bestowed upon her vision, still muttering things to himself. Pandamask grinned in amusement before letting out a throat clearer, hoping to grab the cats attention. There was no veiling Pandamask's emotions as she caught the tom in a rather embaressing predicament, for the tom in question at least.[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]Wheatley suddenly felt Frostbite, right there, and he almost laughed. "Oh my, the wild cats..." he said to himself, but he gave a smile. "I'm quite lost, really. She told me to go the other way, but I heard things..." he trailed off, and glanced back - or at least he turned his head - in the direction of Westernwaste and Pandamask. He blinked, and thought quickly of what to say. "It must have been you lot. you're quite large, aren't you all?"

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    Westernwaste laughed softly. "He don't be scared of me!" He meowed jovially. The red tabby hated it when cats were afraid of him.. and if they were afraid of him for being large.. what would they say to Permafrost? "She?" He inquired raising an inviable eyebrow.

    [font=georgia][size=8]"If you think he's tall, I'd like to see you meet Permafrost," the sand-colored maine coon scoffed, obviously new to the conversation and not knowing the tom was blind. He reminded the silverblood vaguely of her daughter Hailey - whom was the same in appearance and was also blind. Odd. "My name's Fairydust. Are you looking to join?"

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]Wheatley gave a chuckle, and he smiled. "I'm not afraid of you." he mewed kindly, smiling at the large tom. Wheatley was rather skinny and wirey himself, and yet he wasn't one to be scared of most cats. They were cats on the inside, and it was all worth it. He couldn't even tell that Western was a large cat - Wheatley was blind after all.

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    "So darl'n looking to join?" He asked looking the white tom up and down. His green eyes danced as he sat down and waited, his paws still stained red, blue, and purple.

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]Wheatley's tail went up, and he nodded. "Yes, actually. We've been going a long way and she's getting impatient." he told them all, referring to the voice in his head - she didn't have a name, not really. Sometimes she said she used to be called Caroline, but the voice never quite said anything else. So Wheatley called her 'her'.

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    Westernwaste looked towards Fairydust, she had the athority to accept him... right? "I'm Westernwaste. Wanna tell us something about yourself?" The red tabby wrapped his tail around his paws and surveyed the younger cat.

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]Wheatley smiled to himself and sat down, glad to have another cat nearby. "My name is Wheatley - I came from down the river... or at least I think it's downstream. It's quite weird, to know these things and then not know them. I heard there was a large group of cats around here that were rather... weird... but I heard you would take a cat in if they were loyal..." he mewed to them, half to himself. He knew he was loyal, truly, in his heart. Or at least he felt like it now.

    Pandamask blinked, her amusement continued to show through the brim of her eyes at the conversation that unfolded between her Clanmates and the stranger. Pandamask then sat down, keeping her eyes trained on Wheatly, her triangular ears leaned forwards ever so slightly, it was clear she was interested in the conversation. Pandamask knew that conversations were a common way of socializing, and socializing was something that was hard to find amoungst the bustling SunClan, yet, it was a healthy way to spend your days, much healthier than fighting BloodClanners she was sure. "Pandamask," Pandamask told the blind cat steadily after listening to what he had to say about himself and his intentions. "Well, do you pledge your loyalty to SunClan?" Pandamask asked, her tail flicking.

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]Wheatley dipped his head politely to Pandamask, and smiled. "I'll try my best. I can't let my lack of eyesight let me down for the clan." he mewed.

    Pandamask fidgeted uncomfortably at the dip of his head, she liked to be respected as a worker, not a superior. Pandamask however, stopped squirming when words came out from his mouth and the solid promise of his loyalty made her happy. That was yet another feline that had been recruited into their ranks, SunClan was growing, nobody could doubt that. "Loyalty has nothing to do with how well you can see, if you have pledged your loyalty and you are willing to defend the Clan with your life, you will be considered as courageous as any warrior and will be treated as such," Pandamask commented, dipping her head to the newest warrior. "I'll assign Westernwaste to show you around the Clan so you don't get lost or anything," Pandamask meowed. Pandamask had been in his exact situation, except she stumbled upon SunClan in a bleeding bundle of fur after an unfortunate incident involving dogs, anyways, she wanted to make him feel comfortable here, unlike she had on her first few days.

    [size=7pt]A scurry of quick creamy paws raced through the school, the voice of Wheatly exciting him. Nearly crashing into Pandamask, the kitten, whom was named Heavykit, was eagerly happy to see all these cats, and the tom kit grinned. "Hello, my name is Heavykit, what is your name?" His yellow eyes were like two suns in the sky. The marbled tabby mink tom stood next to Westernwaste. "You can't see? Really truly? Do you like not being able to see?" Heavykit was desperately trying to be friendly, but he was young, you see. He wouldn't realise that it was slightly offensive, but he didn't care. What did Heavykit truly care about anyway?[/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px][font=georgia]Wheatley was taken aback by the arrival of Heavykit and the questions he threw at him, but Wheatley took a moment to think about it and answer. "My name is Wheatley, and no, Heavykit, I don't like being blind." he told him, thinking of how nice it would be to see, to breathe in the world with your eyes and take it all in. It hurt that he couldn't see, to be honest. He could hear the birds and the water and everything from where he sat, yet he couldn't see it. "It's hard, but I get through it."

    [size=7pt]Heavykit felt a pang of sympathy for the kit. "I am sorry, maybe we could play together someday?" His eyes glimmered at the chance of a new friendship. [/size]

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    Wheatley gave a chuckle and smiled, and he looked to where he thought Heavykit was with his large, round, pale blue eyes. The white tom nodded. "Sure. Maybe after my chores sometime."

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    Heavykit gazed into the older tom's blue eyes and smiled. The marbled tabby lynx joker laughed with Wheatly. "Cool, maybe I could help with your chores?" His eyes lit up.[/size]