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    If we go! We go together!


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    LittleNewt had recently come over the knowledge that there was another blind cat in the clan. This news was actually something big to LittleNewt. He had never met another cat with his condition- Not that he really ever saw it as a problem. He had been born blind, He had never experienced sight and it was still a weird concept to him even today. He knew some cats thought he was less of a warrior because of it. But Littlenewt never let that bring him down, He was a proper warrior. He learned to hunt, He had difficulties fighting. But he still would launch himself into the fray to protect his clanmates. He was the same as anyother cat. But- There was somethings he knew was different. Meeting another blind cat, It was simply a nice thought. To kn ow someone that fought threw his same struggles.


    So oneday, He had sought her out. Peeking his head into the warriors den with his pink nose twitching. He knew she was here.. He could smell her, His ears perked and swiveling his head along until it was pointed in the females direction. A habit he had, Other cats found it weird when you weren't looking directly at them after all. If it was any other case, He would have just let his head hang low. "Thebe? Are you in there.. I was wondering if we could take a little walk together and maybe go hunting?" He offered. LittleNewt didn't often hunt with others, His hunting needed silence. Somedays he couldn't catch anything, It didn't help his bright coat stuck out easily in the snow. But.. At times when it was just him, And he had time to completely absorb what was around him. He could bring home a pile of prey! This was of course during winter, He had never hunted at spring. So he'd need to discover those challenges as they came. But he would best them- That he was sure.


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    thebe had only ever met one other blind feline. he'd been an older loner tom, born with sight and blinded by a badger in his younger moons. she hadn't known him well, or very long, but having met him had helped her immensely. she'd been young and sightless, freshly abandoned by her twolegs. meeting him, a tom who'd learned to live without seeing, gave her hope in the midst of her despair. it gave her a sense of community, knowing she wasn't the only one.


    the feline's internal clock was set to her own rhythm, and while the world was awake with the sun, she rose whenever she awoke, unable to use to sun to rise. so when the tom called her name, pulling her from a delightful dream about eating a piece of prey, lacking sight but enjoying the taste of the vole. sitting up, she yawned as the tom spoke and smiled, standing and shaking the few pieces of moss from her fur, giving a few licks to smooth down her fur, knowing it didn't exactly matter in this company but having some degree of decency for onlookers.


    "i'd love to - i've been meaning to try to talk to you, littlenewt. us blind have to stick together, after all." she purred as she slipped out of the den, pausing before standing close enough for their flanks to brush. after all, it was the easiest way to keep track of him.

    If we go! We go together!


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    LittleNewt was actually perhaps far more confident then the other she-cat. He hadn't been raised by two-legs. But on the streets where he had to learn to function very quickly to get around. There he had played with many other cats, And while in new places he was always wary. LittleNewt had already grown to know the clan, He had rubbed against and scent marked every place he could, Little Markers for himself should he ever get lost. He wondered briefly if this other she-cat had picked up on them? Had they helped her at all? He doubt it, He figured she hadn't been used to his scent enough to get much use of them. LittleNewt continued to smile, Though he knew she couldn't see it. His tail twitching a little bit.


    "I've never met another blind cat before. Its good to know someone the same as me."
    He grinned, Before pausing as he felt her fur against him. LittleNewt didn't tend to rub against cats- They often found it weird or awkward. So he tended to follow others threw the sound of there voices and footsteps. But this was nice, LittleNewt would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the feeling of her fur. LittleNewt adored the feeling of fur- Specifically long fur. And deep strong voices- It was just something about those features he adored, Not that her voice was very deep. Gently he nuzzle the she-cat, Who was honestly a bit bigger then him. True to his name. LittleNewt was a tiny thing. Plenty of apprentices outweighed him easily.


    Gently LittleNewt strode forward. Murmuring gently. "So where did you grow up? I'm from the two-leg streets." He explained gently. Contrary to what many thought, Littlenewts name was not actually a warrior name, He was simply called LittleNewt by his mother, As she had thought he looked like.. WEll, A little Newt when he was born.. Great job mom! Littlenewt was actually extremely curious. Had she grown up in the same place- He was hopeful, He missed the two-leg place a good bit. The taste of the pigeons his mother often brought home. All the scents- The things two-legs often wore on there feet. He loved to go and find them sitting at the front of nests and roll in them, Simply because he adored the smell. Though.. It was perhaps a weird habit to have.



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