One things for sure (Private) If I were you I never would have let it stop me

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    ~Rowan was out for an early morning stroll, her large white paws thudding on the sand. The sky was a surprising shade of pink, sunlight starting to bloom across the land. This sort of beauty she could still appreciate. Time had made her eyes foggy, her ears muffled, and her teeth dull or missing. Cataracts made it difficult or near impossible to observe tiny details like a spider spinning an intricate web or the pattern on a butterfly's wings. She now had trouble hearing whispers or the sounds of nature, not that there was much in Darkclan's barren wasteland. Her teeth were only good for eating, and even that was sometimes difficult with the hard, sharp bones against her unprotected gums. She instead mostly peeled flesh off of bones with her still sharp claws.
    Yes, her claws were sharp; as sharp as her wit, she'd say. See, the old lady had come to terms with mortality and the unforgiving inevitability of time. One day she would die. Her time was limited, but she wasn't going to let that lessen her. Rowan would make the most of the end of her adventure, because what was life, or even death, but an adventure? The snow leopard still thudded on, her clouded eyes tilted up to the sky, enjoying the glorious color.


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    JAMIE
    This is not an anthem, or a threat in someone's name



    The world was without time for the Druid. She slept when she was tired and did what she pleased. Without her sight, there was no sun to control her life, to tell her when she must do something. Jamie did miss the sights of the world, and it would be lovely to see what her friends looked like, but it made her more caring and compassionate.
    She felt the prickling of her whiskers as she brushed up against Rowan, her first indicator that someone was there. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She half-jokingly said, quite obviously blind. Jamie had assumed that snow leopard was gazing at the sky, having picked up hints from the wildlife.




    But a promise that tomorrow will rock and burn if things don't change

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    ~Rowan smiled as whiskers danced against her shoulder. She looked down at the fellow snow leopard and her grin faltered. A blindfold (?) over her eyes? There could only be one explanation. Oh. Poor dear. "That it is. Sometimes I wish I could still see it well." The old lady huffed a laugh, changing her mindset. She'd met many disabled creatures along her adventure, and not one had asked for pity, asked for help. It wasn't a disability. It was a challenge. Hardships were always going to happen, wanted or not, but it was a decision whether to be lessened by them or not. "I'm Rowan. What's your name, darling?" There wasn't much reason to dwell on her blindness unless the offer arose.


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    JAMIE
    This is not an anthem, or a threat in someone's name



    "I'm Jamie, pleasure to meet you." She introduced herself. Jamie had found her disability hard to work around, but somehow she made it work. "How are you?" She questioned before getting distracted by a bird's distant chirping. "They're awfully noisy this morning, aren't they?"
    //low muse




    But a promise that tomorrow will rock and burn if things don't change

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    ~Rowan remained silent for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "I'm just fine. I'm enjoying the end of my journey. This is a very nice place to... Be." She decided not to say 'Die'. The old snow leopard had joined Darkclan just a week ago or less, and already she was loving it. It really was a good place to end her adventure. "How about you, dear? How are you?"


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    JAMIE
    This is not an anthem, or a threat in someone's name



    While Rowan was ending her journey, Jamie's was only just beginning. The young snow leopard had a lot to learn and many places to see. Perhaps she'll grow in power, or stay the same. Jamie had no idea where her journey would take her, but not knowing was part of the fun. "It is a very wonderful place," She responded, smiling ever so slightly, "I'm doing well, still trying to get a feel for the place." The underground bunker was so large, it made it hard for her to make her way to where she wanted to go.




    But a promise that tomorrow will rock and burn if things don't change

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    ~The old lady was lucky in that aspect. She hadn't experienced the move. There was no feeling of mystery to the bunker anymore. Then again, of course it would feel even bigger to the blind... They didn't have landmarks. Even with her cataracts and foggy eyes, Rowan could still see relative shapes and colors. What to ask next? There was really nothing to say, so the elderly snow leopard turned her face skyward again. "I can't help but ask about your blindfold darling." Her voice was apologetic and curious. Rather than where she got it, Rowan was more concerned about how Jamie felt about it herself.


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    JAMIE
    This is not an anthem, or a threat in someone's name



    She touched her blindfold, Being reminded of it by Rowan. "I was caught in a bison stampede when I was younger." Jamie didn't mind it really, earlier in her life she was so ashamed. "I've adjusted, it's been interesting." She did really miss her sight though.




    But a promise that tomorrow will rock and burn if things don't change

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    ~"I'd tell you I'm sorry, but you really don't need my sympathies, do you dear?" Rowan chuckled regretfully. "I'm sure it was one heck of a transition, but hey, you're getting there, and you aren't giving up, so that's something to be proud of." The old lady looked back up at the sky and sighed heavily. Where would she be if she couldn't see? Well, she probably wouldn't know; she'd be blind.


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