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    the deaf femme was napping in a shady spot, dreaming about nothing. ok, that was a overstatement. she was dreaming about blackness, which was something, but also nothing, and yet somehow something while nonetheless being nothing. it's normal to think that way.


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    Her apprentice wouldn't be napping for long, mind you. Maisie had reunited with her pet squirrel, the obnoxious, lazy jerk known as Watson. He was sort of like the squirrel form of Sherlock except he couldn't get his own food and was training to be a ninja, but those were just minor differences. Now, of course it wasn't sound that would wake Firepaw. No, it was the fact that Watson was running ahead and was heading straight for the apprentice. Maisie would've called out, but, well, there wasn't much point.


    #blizzardclanmosaic
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    the apprentice was awaken by the thud. opening her eyes in a snap, she growled and leaped to her feet. in a few seconds the squirrel was buried under her paws. firepaw's eyes were bkazing like her namesake.


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    A squeak escaped Maisie's lips and she hurried over. Looking at her apprentice, she mewed awkwardly, "Could you, um, let him go... please?" And then her eyes locked back on Watson, watching carefully. If her pet was hurt one bit she was going to call a meeting and start a squirrel sanctuary or something. No-one hurt Watson and got away with it, not even her closest friends. Not even her mate or cubs. Nope.
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    she felt no awkwardness as she nodded and let the squirrel go. he was unharmed, but probably a little struggling for air. " is he your prey pet? " firepaw asked.


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    As Firepaw let the squirrel go, he jumped onto his hindlegs. Quickly, Maisie plucked him up and put him on her back. Okay, so she still needed to teach him when to use his ninja skills and when not to. No biggie, she could do it. Anyway. Looking back at the apprentice, she gave a nod, glancing back at him before telling Fire, "His name is Watson." Squirrels were the only animals she'd ever dream of having as a pet. They were cute and badass and liked trees just about as much as her.
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    whatsin? that was odd, so odd it was definitely not his name. she just smiled to mask her confusion. " ah. how'd you get a squirrel for a pet? "


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    "He sat on me," she replied. That was a brief description of it, anyway. She'd been napping on a low branch, and when she woke up he'd been sitting right in front of her face. Then he pretty much sat on her head and she just sort of blinked at him. She was already on her no-squirrel 'diet' at that point, so she hadn't made any attempt to hurt him. So she'd just smiled and walked off. And he'd followed her. And that had been the start of something beautiful. And lazy and irritating. Watson was an asshole. But he was her pet and so that didn't matter. Everyone knew that harming one hair on Watson's tiny little body meant ultimate destruction.
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    what the-? " he sat on you? " that was something she wished she didn't know how to decipher. where did he sit on her? her roleplayer would've gone on and on, but she did not want to disgust children.


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    "Yes, on my head," she replied, acting as though this was totally normal. And it was, because he still sat on her head while she was sleeping fairly often. It was kinda weird, admittedly, but you got used to it. She was used to it, and most warriors were because they saw it when they were laying in the warriors den. Of course, she wouldn't be sleeping in there any more, instead staying in the leaders den with Baron. It would be nice to sleep next to her son, but at the same time she wasn't sure she liked it. Libby and Sherlock and Crow were all in the warriors den, after all.
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    {hope Watson didn't fart}


    the cream tabby raised a eyebrow, but nodded. all she could tell was the head part, and it was just putting puzzle pieces together from there. " he startled me. " was all the deaf tabby said as she looked up at the clouds. did they make sounds? did stars? did the sun? life was disappointing. she'd have to ask flora, at least they could communicate correctly.


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    She gave a little nod, making a mental note to scold Watson for that later. Catching Fire's gaze, she glanced up. The clouds didn't make sounds most of the time, apart from when they made loud booming sounds known as thunder, and when you could hear the rain pouring down. It occurred to her that she took a lot of things for granted, and would actually be lost without them. Firepaw wasn't able to hear those things and neither was Libby any more. She wished they could.
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    she sighed and looked back at maisie. " can you train me to fight? " firepaw asked suddenly.


    {I think she'll start out in warrior training, but then i'll move her over to beign a medicine cat. would that be ok?}


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    //obviously you'll have to earn mca or field medic icly, but if she gets it, sure :3


    She blinked, but gave a nod. "Of course," she responded, trying to think over what to teach her first. Maybe what she'd taught Chicagokit a while back - the upright lock. Where you stood on your hindlegs and brought your full weight down on the enemy. It was a great move but was going to take quite some teaching. Then again, it always did. The name probably wouldn't be recognised by Firepaw, but that didn't matter too much so long as she got the move. Gesturing for the apprentice to watch, she stood on her hindlegs, ignoring how Watson slid off her back with a squeak. And then, quickly and with power in her paws, she brought her weight down hard on a stick, snapping it in two.
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    spotting a thick stick, she copied mosaicstar. it took three tries, but she finally snapped it in half. " is this like a enemies back? "


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    She gave a little nod in reply. Of course, you weren't expected to be able to snap an enemy's back unless you were very powerful and brawny. But the blow was one that winded and could do some real damage if you hit in the right place. It could paralyse, break bones, knock out, etc etc. With the right balance of accuracy, power and speed, it could be extremely effective. Even fatal, though she hoped she would never have to use it for that.
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    cool. she was on her third week here and she knew a interesting move. she practiced it again on another stick.


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    She watched the apprentice practise for a while. Practise was key - if the femme didn't practise enough, then she wouldn't get it right every time or could even forget how to execute it, and that would be pretty darn bad.
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    Padding over, she gestured for the femme to lift it up so she could take a look. Her mind flickered back to the past, when her family had occupied the medicine den. She'd learnt plenty from just spending time with her family, and had dealt with splinters on multiple occasions. Once you got them out, it was just about cobwebs and marigold, like with thorns and cuts. She'd had to use some on herself not that long ago when she'd trodden on broken glass. It had hurt a whole damn lot.
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