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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; color: black; padding: 2px; text-align: justify;]His fever had broken two days after their arrival in WindClan. And with regular water and prey the warrior felt strength return swiftly to his limbs, dashing away his illusions and nightmares. All but the one that was to real to vanquish.


    His heart felt hollowed out, filled with nothing but a dark despair and deep shame. Heavy and painful. It throbbed a pointless beat behind his ribs.


    Despite the slow return on his health his once shimmering, golden tabby pelt was unwashed and clumped together. Whitestep did not feel the need to groom himself regularly. Eating itself was a hard enough chore when everything he'd ever lived for was no longer available to him. Exiled. A cat without a clan.


    His throat tightened and his claws dug into the pact earth. He had been born and raised in ShadowClan. Everything they were, he was. It's traditions and customs and religion. It's cats. And his reckless anger, something he rarely ever displayed, had ruined his entire life. But he'd felt justified. Hadn't he done the right thing by challenging Thornfang? After all the tom had killed his own leader, taken over the clan... But the pain of his exile wasn't complete without the knowledge that even his clanmates had turned on him.


    Without his home he felt like he'd been cast out into the river. Drowning. Nothing solid beneath his paws. Except LittleNewt.
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    Have you ever felt like you were completely useless? That no matter how hard you tried there was nothing you could do. This was something LittleNewt often delt with.. But.. Never so much as now. He could learn past his flaws to best his challenges with most things. But when Whitestep was laying sick in a medicine cats den, What could he do? When there was nothing else any one could do, Simply hope that Whitestep would be strong enough.. How was he supposed to feel? He was looking threw a window at a battle that he could not join. He was useless. Completely useless to Whitestep.
    -But that didn't mean he didn't try. The young tom had made a note to attempt to hunt in this strange new territory. To bring moss every day and learn a few herbs so he could keep them supplied. To check on his friend every day and night- He feared during the first days he'd go in there and Whitestep would have passed in his sleep. There had been many times he just peeked his head inside the den, Listening for the gentle breaths to signal Whitestep was alright.


    When Whitestep had begun to recover, LittleNewt had little plans to mention how worried he had been. Frankly, It was embarrassing to him a bit! They were hardly friends after all? Were they? Besides, Any other clanmate would have done the same. They would all fret so much if they knew of the state of Whitestep! So- During the day. Making his normal checkup on Whitestep. A mouse in his jaws to bring the weak cat. He pushed his way silently threw the medicine cat den. The scent of herbs touching his nose and Whitestep- Who he had to admit. Smelt a little bad with his lack of bathing. But LittleNewt wasn't going to say that.


    Gently he set down the mouse in front of Whitestep. Lifting his head, LittleNewt himself had lost a bit of weight over the whole situation. Not from the winter and less food, No. Simply due to the worry over Whitestep. Something he once more probable wouldn't admit. Besides the weight, LittleNewt had also begun to loose a bit of fur on his legs and develop a few marks, Nothing to bad. LittleNewt had simply discovered he'd developed a habit of biting his wrist when he was worrying and had nothing else to do. Awkwardly, LittleNewt flickered one of his ears. "I figured you'd like a mouse, A good change from the rabbits here." And perhaps a bit more of a reminder of the prey at home. Carefully Littlenewt settled to sit down.




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    Something hot burst in his chest and he flinched, amber eyes lifting. His body shifting for the first time in hours, his muscles ached from lack of use but he ignored the stinging stretch so that he could sit up. Leveling his gaze with the other toms sightless eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, wanting so much to tell the smaller tom just how much it meant to him that he had stayed.


    They had not been friends. Although Whitestep could not deny a strange connect they shared, although what emotions bound that connection he did not know. So for Littlenewt to give up his own place in the clan to stay with him... It was a lifeline in that churning river he found himself flailing in.


    "Littlenewt," he rasped, voice dry and cracking, "I-I... I don't.." He trailed off lamely. Unsure how to put his feelings into words.
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    LittleNewt could hear the faint shuffling of Whitestep sitting up. "Hey, You shouldn't be s-" Too late. He could already tell the other male was up, It caused a brief expression of annoyance to shown on his face, As well as a bit of worry. LittleNewt hardly wanted Whitestep to reopen some of his many cuts. But he figured anything he said wouldn't stop the tom. His own name echoed from the males lips, The strong voice he was used to was broken.. Which made LittleNewt a little sorrowed. He enjoyed Whitestep's voice when he was healthy and strong. But he had hope that as health found its way back to him, So would the toms normal voice. Neatly curling his tail around his paws, His ear flickered a bit.


    He'd be lying if he said he hadn't felt the same feelings, The feeling that made his ears heat up everytime he neared Whitestep... But.. It was a silly thing in LittleNewt's mind. Really, Childish of him! To find butterflies in his stomach at the mere scent of this tom.. -Whitestep and him weren't even friends yet! It would simply be a laugh if he mentioned such thoughts and.. And.. No. IT was just best not to mention anything. The blind tom gently moved his head forward to softly nuzzle Whitestep. Though he underestimated Whitestep's height and ended up nuzzling his chest. But he soon pulled away to say gently. "Shh... Buddy, You don't need to speak. You should be resting. " He warned, Casting a smile towards the tom.


    Shuffling, He decided he might as well stay a while. What with Whitestep being awake. Slowly he settled in a laying position. Keeping his tail curled neatly around him. His ear flickered before he said. "I was figuring, If we don't stay in windclan. I know a little spot in the two-leg place. My family stayed there during my first winter. There's shelter, And the two-legs put food outside.. ITs not tasty, But we could stay there during the snowy season.." He found himself offering.. He didn't know how a clan cat would enjoy that idea, It was dangerous going back to the two-leg place for him. But as long as he kept his head down.. They could very well be safe. Maybe he could even get a chance to check in on a few old friends. So it wouldn't be all bad.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; color: black; padding: 2px; text-align: justify;]Normally he would have opposed another tom entering so far into his personal space, but found he didn't have the heart to pull away from Littlenewt as he leaned over. Nuzzling his chest. It stung the wounds there and made his heart skip a beat, which was certainly caused by the pain, right?


    Ignoring the bittersweet feeling gave a rumbling sound in answer. Rolling his dry tongue around, he wished for water and was going to ask. But he paused, amber eyes suddenly without emotion as Little spoke. Every word a rip in the fabric of his past, present, and unknown future. The exiled warrior forgot his dry mouth and spoke up, voice harsh with denial, "I won't stay here!"


    Whitestep was grateful for WindClans help, despite his former alliance. But the thought of staying here, with a clan that was ShadowClans rival and enemy. The tabby would never have the heart to be loyal to this clan, not when he yearned so much to return home. The red tabby's next suggestion just made him blanch, instantly rejecting the idea of living to close to two-legs. The danger that poised was to great, especially since Littlenewt was blind. There wasn't any place for him anymore. And that knowledge made everything hurt so much more.


    "There isn't a place for me anymore," he rasped. "You should return to ShadowClan, that's your home."
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    LittleNewt could already tell he wasn't happy at his words, But what did the tom expect? Whitestep didn't want to live in any of the clans it seemed. The two-leg place was the next best bet. Unless Whitestep simply wanted to wander the forest alone forever. A brief flicker of amusement crossed LittleNewts face, Soon enough he commented. "My home is with my family that needs me. -And Right now, I consider you my family. Your like the dofus brother I never had. " Brother.. He didn't call Whitestep more then a brother. Though.. Frankly LittleNewt felt more feelings then that towards Whitestep. He didn't say them. Soon enough, Licking his chest a few times. LittleNewt flickered his ears back up at the larger tom.


    "Besides, I grew up wandering. I used to live in the two-leg place. Me and my best friends Smokey and Hazel used to get into so much chaos there. And- one of the she-cats that raised me is still there. Her names Lucky- Though she's a kittypet now. I wouldn't mind paying her a visit. " He said, A slight hint of longing almost entered his voice. But.. He didn't figure Whitestep would have any interest in the familiar two-leg place that LittleNewt had grown up at. Still.. IT was a nice thought. The two of them, Chasing pigeons. Sleeping in boxes and chatting with his mother. But Whitestep was a clan cat, LittleNewt didn't think he'd find any of those things interesting. Heck, LittleNewt figured he was probable talking to much about the subject.. But it was nice to remember sometimes.


    LittleNewt had a certain smile on his face as he described. "I remember all the paths even now, Every stone.. My mother-Heartfelt was always fretting over me, That I would get hurt or something. But Lucky always said. 'He's blind! Not a leaf, He'll never learn to live if he doesn't bonk his head a few times.' And indeed, I bonked my head a lot when I was little. But it was mostly from me doing something stupid- And.. Oh gosh.. I'm rambling." LittleNewt found himself saying, He had just began talking and it had happened. But.. LittleNewt didn't talk about his family in the two-leg place alot. It was something he could easily get into. He found his ears still going a bit hot and he shut his mouth before he talked Whitestep's ear off!


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    A strange warmth stole over him. Family. It was something that Whitestep hadn't had since his mother had passed. Being an only kit wasn't as glamorous as it might sound, because without his mother he'd been alone. Being liken to a brother however left an odd taste in his mouth. There was something more between them, something he couldn't name. It was the same feeling that made his ears burn when the blind tom was so close that their fur touched.


    But he didn't respond. Preferring to listen to Littlenewts happy ramblings. Getting a glimpse into his past as he hadn't before. But when he broke off Whitestep lifted his head. Amber eyes blinking. "I don't mind," he rumbled, "tell me more stories."


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    LittleNewt could feel his ears heat up a bit, Even as simply as Whitestep's words were. Silently, The tom thought. His tail twitching before a big smile grew on his face. He then told Whitestep. "Have you ever heard of those strange things two-legs wear on there feet? They always put them on when they go outside. I used to love those things when I was a kitten." He decided to confess. He liked shoes. What? We all had strange things we enjoyed. LittleNewt flicked his ears a bit. A grin remaining on his face as he said. "Some two-legs leave them outside there nests. I loved to sleep in them, Or climb on them, And play with the little strings on them." He described, Did whitestep even know what he was talking about, The male probable thought him very weird!


    LittleNewt then confessed. "But it was the smells I loved the most, You could smell every little place the two-leg had been. From those covered in mud and flowers- To some with the stench of tall two-leg nests. It was so wonderful! I sometimes wondered if I slept inside them, If a two-leg would put on the thing and take me to all the many places of the world!" LittleNewt found himself laughing, Shaking his head a bit. He then told. "But they always found me and made me scurry off. Still! Oh, I'd love to have one of those things. Just to get all the scents again. " Smells, LittleNewt loved smells. It was how he functioned! So of course he'd love a shoe. LittleNewt then asked. "What about you? Anything you adored as a child? "


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    He couldn't say that he had ever paid that much attention to two-legs, on the rare occasions he'd seen them. Wasn't at all certain he could relate to the idea of sleeping in something they put their paws in either. But he listened, finding a simple joy in how happy the blind tom seemed while recalling his past.


    The tom shifted in his nest, wincing softly, but finding himself more comfortable with his shoulder leaning against the toms side. Warming at the contact but unwilling to move away, despite the unfamiliar feeling stealing over him. "My mother and I were very close," he replied carefully. It wasn't often he spoke of his past, he'd never had anyone to talk to about such things. "She was my friend as well. Even after I was made an apprentice she found the time to play games with me, to confide in me when she was down and vice versa...."


    It wasn't as exciting as his own adventures, but he'd always been very careful not to drawl attention to himself. And without friends to make trouble for him, he'd always led a quite life.


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    LittleNewts ears pricked up as the other tom spoke. He had never heard him speak much of his mother- Nor had he ever met the she-cat. Was she still around? He wasn't sure.. Sure he ask? No.. Perhaps not. He didn't want to bring up bad memories after all. His blind eyes soft as he carefully laid down. Mewing. "I'm sure she's lovely if she put up with raising you." He joked gently, Suddenly the small tom rolled over onto his back to allow himself to stretch and get comfortable as they jabbered. He then continued. "I'm playing, But really. She did a good job with you.." LittleNewt murmured, He was a good clan cat after all!


    LittleNewt then lifted his paw to give it a few licks to clean his face. Finding himself saying, With out even thinking it. "Did your parents have as soft of fur as yours? And as handsome a voice?" He questioned. ....Pausing, He ment deep voice. His ears suddenly flickered back. Alright, LittleNewt had two things he loved in cats. Fluffy soft fur, And A deep voice. He adored those features. -Whitestep had both of these.. The comment had just slipped out. Clamping his mouth shut. He could feel his ears heating up, But he needed to say something. He could still save this! Couldn't he? Frowning, LittleNewt then begun. "I uh.. I ment Handsome Deep- Just deep voice. Just-ah... You know what I mean." LittleNewt grumbled the last part a bit. He might have fled out the medicine cat den then and there, But he figured that would be even more awkward!


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    Whitestep is a young warrior of 13 moons. He was exiled from ShadowClan when he rose up against a false leader, but he has returned in hopes of rejoining his birth clan.
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    His mother, Acornfur, would have liked the red tabby tom. She'd been more open to outsiders and strangers them many traditional clan cats of her generation. Certainly more so then her son, although he wasn't as bad as many others. His smile faded slowly at Little's words, amber eyes drifting back down to the smaller tom.


    His heart missing a beat in his wounded chest, breath catching in the back of his throat. Littlenewt scrambled to clarify but in that moment Whitestep was all to aware that he'd meant what he had said. Suddenly he was looking at Littlenewt and realizing that friend would never be the right word for them. The young warrior wanted something more. So much more..


    He smoothed over the transition calmly, seeming more at ease now that he understood the strange feelings that had plagued him of late. All he'd needed was to see it in Little first. "My mothers fur was softer then mine," he responded softly, dipping his head slightly so that their faces were level. "Although I wouldn't say she had a deep voice. It was soft and musical. As for my father... I can't remember much about him at all. He died of infection when I was young."[/fancypost]
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    LittleNewt silently thanked his ancestors when Whitestep didn't press on his mistake. He had half expecting teasing to come from the other, But that certainly wasn't the case. Smiling, LittleNewt rolled over a bit so he was on his side, He seemed to wiggle around a good bit. But perhaps he was simply happy, Which could be told by the way his tail wiggled just slightly. LittleNewt enjoyed this, He enjoyed talking. He enjoyed listening. He simply loved noise and touch, It was how he functioned after all. Smiling, LittleNewt imagined such soft fur and burying himself into it. He could faintly remember doing such to his own mother when he was just a kit, There was always a certain comfort in fur.


    His smile dropped a little as Whitestep mentioned his father. Frowning gently. He then murmured. "Oh.. I'm sorry to bring it up.. I.." Moving his head so his face was directing Whitestep. He then confessed. "I don't know anything of my father ether, My mother said he was a kittypet that was killed on the thunderpath." That was about all LittleNewt knew of his father, He had of course asked about him. And His mother had eventually told him the story of his passing.. But he hadn't known the tom at all, His name was Milo or something like that.


    The subject had gone sad fast, Though LittleNewt didn't want it too.. He liked smiling. He preferred there conversation to be soft and happy and filled with delight. So after a moment he questioned. "So? How old were you when you started sleeping in fox dens?" He found himself asking, Snickering a bit at how rude there introduction had been. But seriously, Holes in the ground were a little difficult for LittleNewt to tell! Especially when he wasn't familiar with a territory. It was a mistake even a seeing cat could make!


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    action — "speech" — thoughts
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    Status Check
    Whitestep is a young warrior of 13 moons. He was exiled from ShadowClan when he rose up against a false leader, but he has returned in hopes of rejoining his birth clan.
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    He couldn't say he was sad about the death of a father he never knew, merely disappointed that he'd never gotten the chance to know a father.


    Smiling at the little toms question he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Since I was an apprentice," he meowed carefully. Recalling that night when he'd lain awake, unable to sleep with so many bodies pressing in on him. The sound of their breathing to loud. The den to bright. "I've never been able to sleep with others, it's always to loud and to bright. So I started sleeping just outside of camp. Although soon that wasn't enough so I began sleeping further and further out until... well I found that den the same way you had." He left off with a laugh. Recalling their meeting so long ago.[/fancypost]
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