THEN WE START TO DANCE. p, SilentCrane

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    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranemask

    bio — plotting — main

    The tall calico she-cat gingerly padded out of the darkness of the tunnels into the light of the Darkclan camp. She hadn't yet made herself accustom to the clan's environment but my did she enjoy it. Taking a moment she took a deep breathe and filled her lungs with the fresh pine air before releasing it all in a exhale of happiness. Although she had found independence when she left Windclan she had not found the pure joy sensation that she had been searching for and her paws lead her back to the clans, more specifically Darkclan. They had allowed her to join and now it seemed like she had to integrate which apparently proved to more difficult than she initially thought it would be. It seemed like her elegant frame and defined lines meant nothing when making friends unlike the cats she had met as her time as a loner. She never really had to rely on her personality and if she had learnt anything others were not too accepting of it.


    As she cast her nervous green gaze out over the clan she noticed a kitten who had tumbled found their way out of the tunnels. "Who better to practice on being likable than a kitten?" she mused to herself whilst she made a move over to the black and white kitten. As she got closer she noticed the kitten's scars and her ears fell back in concern. In a normal situation she would fix herself up and lose the sympathy as cats had to see her as a well put together cat but this was just a kitten. There was no shame here. Approaching Silentkit called out to the kitten, "Morning there little one. I'm Cranemask. What's your name?"

    — Oh yes. He'd tumbled out alright. Only because the bigger kits had shoved him forcefully from Kit-Den. The small black and white scarred scrap had shook out his fur with an irritated wordless growl, freezing as he was approached by some nameless, not-recognized-by-him female. He sniffed her scent warily, tufted ears flicking backward. not know cat.. he thought, backing away. She smelled of DarkClan, yes, but she wasn't LittlePaw, nor was she Daddy (Pidgeoncheek). Aqua and Seafoam gaze widened, but he saw no moves to accompany the she-cat's words, so he had no idea what she was saying to him.

       


    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranemask

    bio — plotting — main

    Cranemask starred at the kitten with a confused expression on her face. He looked old enough to say something, why wasn't the little guy speaking? She could feel the fret settle in her paws but played it off with a half smile along with the words "what is there something on me?" She gestured to herself with a light flick of her paw and proceeded to look herself over. Didn't seem like there was anything wrong with her so once again she looked back at the black and white kitten. Maybe he was told not to speak to strangers? There was no way she would no that cat couldn't hear her nor could he reply using his words. "I'm new around here," she purred still under the impression he could understand her "but I've gotten to know some cats, who are you family and friends? Maybe I know them!"

    — The black and white tom cat watched her gesture to herself, giving a tilt of his head. She proceeded to look herself over, obviously confused about something. Hey, maybe she couldn't find a scrap of moss on her fur? The kitten tumbled toward her, gazing over her fur, but finding nothing. Hmm..


    Unbeknownst to her, he had no blood family here. His mother dropped him off and left him to roll down an incline, to be found shaken up later on by Pidgeoncheek and a few others. The tufted ears on his head flicked backwards. No matter how long he'd been, he seemed to not forget that occurrence. Of course, her words went completely over his head, him being deaf and all, and he pranced around her bobbed tail up much like a deers.

       


    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranemask

    bio — plotting — main

    The longer she spent with the black and white kitten the more she could understand about him. She had spent time around a blind tom back in Windclan and although she could tell he did not share the same disability, the behaviour insinuated a similar thing. She narrowed her eyes as she scanned the little tom for any signs but alas there seemed to be no physical tells. One thing she had noticed was that the kitten had made no sounds since they had spoken and it seemed like he was well into the moons of being able to speak. She thought to herself and wondered until she came to the conclusion he was deaf as well. He was not responding in any sort of specific way to her words and many cats born mute were death first. With a softer smile Cranemask tried again. This time she would gesture to herself and then connect the base of her paws together and do a fluttering motion into the air to signify her name. Next she would point to the kitten in an attempt to ask him for his name. "SPEECH!"

    — The tom kit gave pause as she suddenly began moving her paws in similar fashion as to what LittlePaw would do. Her paws would flutter -bird perhaps?- before they would point towards him. Oh! She wants his name! That was almost easy, Bird- Birdface..? She had covered her face for a brief moment after her paws... Landed?


    He crouched down, hindquarters high in the air, his muzzle covered by his rather large paws, mismatched gaze twinkling from his face as he gazed upwards at her.

       


    "Sweet but a psycho.


    — Cranemask

    bio — plotting — main

    His first tangible response! A wide grin spread across Cranemask's delicate maw as enjoyed the success she was having with her new friend. She nodded enthusiastically before unsheathing a claw and drawing out a long bird with tall legs. When she looked up from her drawing, she noticed the kitten signaling to her. "Is that your name?" she questioned. Then she dropped down in a similar position and mimic his movements, "Silent?" she muffled through her paws. Wait he's deaf not blind...She removed her paws from her maw and repeated the name again for the kitten to see.