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    Wind Clan was not that bad, despite her inability to let her pelt relax, and everything on top? Wind Clan was okay, but she couldn't say her opinion, because she couldn't say anything. it was so annoying you know, not being able to speech. Why Can't I Speak? she always pondered why her voice left her, she hadn't any injury near there, but still.


    Well this new morning she was done with the pondering slightly for now, if she always though of the why's she'd never make it to where she wanted to be. Why won't my body let me hunt and her maw's reached done to pick up the smallest piece of fresh-kill on the pile, something more suited to a bite than a meal, but it'd work for her. Can't take more than I bring in which was next to nothing, sadly, the vines wrapped around her paw's never helped any.


    So with her new day starting, Bloom settled down, glancing around slightly for Isa, not seeing her friend. With thing's like that settled? She swallowed the mouse, before setting to cleaning her ebony pelt.

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    "Hey there!" Evan called out happily, padding up. He'd seen this gal around a couple of times and he still didn't know her name. Weird, right? Oh well, it wasn't something he focused on too much. Being nice and calling someone friend worked just as well as a real name after all.
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    "Hey guys... what's up?" Trotting over rather hesitantly, Mitch nodded his tiny orange head in a small greeting, a small smile upon his maw as he did so. Coming up, the youth moved to stand beside the tiger that he had been acquainted to earlier.
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    Bloom felt the fear rise and cause her pelt to puff out intensely, unable to breath as they both came over almost at the same time. What was she to do? Haphazardly she timidly waved a single paw, looking downwards away from them.

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    Had he messed up somehow? As in at all? It seemed so! Fur burning, Mitchell dropped his gaze, shuffling his paws awkwardly. "I'm sorry miss... do you want a flower?" Pushing the flower that he had with him closer to the femme, he awaited a response. Of course, he was unknowing of why her silence was ensued.
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    "Ooh yeah@ Maybe it's a game of charades?" Evan guessed, squinting as he looked at the apprentice. He was down with charades. The young tiger cub's tail flicked excitedly as he lay down near her, trying to determine what she was miming. "Digging? Eating?" He guessed.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Pastelpaw was mute as well. Luckily, she had honed her abilities in telepathy and could speak to multiple people at once. Of course, it would be way easier if she could speak without the use of a power. Seeing the scene, the leopard walked over. It seemed she wasn't talking.


    Hey, can you speak? Pastelpaw asked Bloomingpaw.


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    Oh gosh, Bloom now felt like the worst cat in the world, watching the young child's face fall. She didn't dislike him she really didn't! She was just terrified of him! Her paw's waving slightly, eagerly accepting the flower, anything to make him feel better. The ebony female had never meant to upset him!


    At least thje other kid didn't dislike her for not speaking to him, but she couldn't pass this off as charades. If she was playing? She'd have to tell them eventually, and she just couldn't!


    Pastelpaw was a saving grace, eyes widening with a happy light at a voice in her head, relief flooding over her. "No, not for some time now, I don't know why, but I'm mute right now, I can't even laugh, sigh or hiss" she had been born with a perfectly working weaved voice, that carried in her thought's, but "and I don't have telepathy." so having a telepath show up always made her day! One day her vocal cord's just stopped working.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Oh, that makes sense, Pastelpaw nodded, I can't talk either. It really does suck. Not long ago, Pastelpaw had been hit by a car, dying. Two days later the leopard returned, only to find that her voice had ceased to work. It was very frustrating, until her gain of telepathy.


    And uh, to everyone else, Bloomingpaw's mute, Pastelpaw smiled to Mitch and Evan, informing them as to why she was "playing charades".


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    Indeed being mute sucked the tippy top of the sucky brigade! Especially when one was trying to improve in they're disorder. Hmm, well she had Pastel here now, so that was a grand thing! 'We can play charades though if he want's, I mean we'd both rock at it, we can't accidentally say what we are." try to look on the bright side, not that it looked like she actually though that was a positive. She just wanted the kid to stay happy, a paw waving to wingspan, pointing at her stomach, cocking her head. maybe she'd get that she was asking how the kit's where?