I Am Cannibal;; Open

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    The female was smiling, alone for now, which delighted her, considering her phobia of everything! Mutely, which was the only way she could walk, Bloom was making her way towards the exit to camp. passing? Was easy enough, slight fear that no one was going to know where she was if no one fallowed. She could never scream for help if she got in trouble!


    So she idly was walking along a snow bank, near the exit of camp. She had to find more thing's around, but she was going to need to get over the urge to be alone, but surrounded at the same time, again.

    [justify]When she noticed Bloomingpaw, she just stood there, watching the she-cat, saying nothing. She knew now that the girl was mute, and was trying to find out how to communicate with her when in conversation. "Hello," she mewed aloud eventually. "Bloomingpaw, right?"[/justify]

    If you could speak to her? BloomingPaw could find decent ways to respond to you, most times! However if you could understand her response was a different story. At the vice-leader's word's? She nodded, happy to be seeing her everywhere she turned, nodding to her leg, which was now free of the splint the female helped her make.

    [justify]When the apprentice nodded at her, she grinned and stepped forward and climbed onto the bank, then attempting to nuzzle her. "I see your leg is better then... correct?" she purred.[/justify]

    The female jumped, her eyes widening, green Silvia dripping from the side of her maw from when she opened in a silent yelp, all from a simple nuzzle. green sweat paw prints on the snow when she shifted. Bloom never had a mother, so she'd never been nuzzled that way before in her life, head swinging back and forth, as she blushed beneath her pelt, looking up timidly.


    The apprentice nodded meekly, her ear's perking forward subtly, as she slouched, averting her gaze, which now looked fearful. She went to try to scratch something in the snow, but her mind drew a blank, more green sweat dripping form the pad's of her paws.

    [justify]"What's wrong, Bloomingpaw?" she asked, taken by surprise and stepping back. Had she done something wrong? Then she remembered she couldn't speak and sighed. "S-sorry."[/justify]