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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire himself had been out of action for a while, so he was delighted to find that Wheatley too had made an appearance. "Wheatley!" He sent with a vague murmur of excitement accompanying it. He hadn't had too many conversations with the tom as a kit, but the deaf tom certainly remembered their first meeting to a degree! Hadn't Wheatley not realised he was deaf?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]It was then that Squire rushed over, tripping a little on the mouse he had discarded as he made sense of the commotion. It had been his first kill since he left the pampered life of a kittypet and he'd been particularly proud of it. Not anymore, though. No, such a scrawny and obviously old creature was nothing compared to the event he'd missed.

"Darky!" He sent, a great undercurrent of excitement and anticipation and apprehension and all sorts of emotions running through him. "You had your kits!" A little unnecessary, but his sister had had her kits! "Are you okay? Are they okay?"

The ivory male stepped back from the crowd, suddenly aware that he might be crowding his sister and the kits. After all, birthings were traumatic, right? He didn't want to become yet another gawker! That being said, Squire remained on the edge of the small crowd and attempted to touch his nieces' and nephews' minds in a friendly, welcoming manner.

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appearance slender white tom w/ light blue eyes and matching collar w/ bell

It just so happened that Squire was the one to meet Rain's gaze. He'd never met her before but that was not a surprise, even if this femme had been born into StormClan; after all, whereas Squire himself had been born into the Clan and knew many of the older members, it was only recently that he had returned from his life as a kittypet. It was less than a glamorous admission, but the ivory male was not inclined to lie and tell someone that he'd gone on some sort of dangerous adventure. Besides, his collar that had been given to him by that twoleg was proof enough that he'd been kept as a pet. That, and his sudden lack of claws.

As it was, the new combination of no claws and a constantly tinkling bell was what had led to his being left behind in the camp by his friends... er, acquaintances. He supposed he'd better get to know everyone a lot better if he was to call them friends again.

Squire was naturally embarrassed to meet this stranger's gaze, so it was by instinct that he dropped his own cyan gaze to his paws immediately, ears burning. However, his mother had raised him to be polite, and he was - for the most part, anyway. Raising his eyes to meet Rain's, the tom twitched his ear in a simple gesture. Would she like to join him and share his squirrel?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]He wrinkled his nose in sympathy as the cards fell in on themselves. That seemed hard. So it was with sudden decisiveness that Squire shuffled forwards and clamped a card between his paws. "I'll help," he decided, but added hastily a moment later: "if you'll let me, of course." How embarrassing. He seemed so rude just then, and rude was anything what Squire wanted to be.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire was next to approach, having been drawn over by the growing crowd rather than the call. He settled himself down by his sister's girl, flicking her in a friendly manner as he did so. He'd caught on that this seemed to be some sort of meet and greet, and was eager to introduce himself to the apprentice who had called the meet and greet. "I'm Squire," he would send via telepathy, should the femme's mind be accessible to him.

He'd leave off introducing Overkit; he didn't know if she wanted to introduce herself or not yet, and didn't want to stamp all over her independence just yet.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire, like Butterfly, had not known Bloom well. However, the deceased medic had been there at his birth and had helped his family through various injuries throughout his life. It was a shock to him that Bloom, who had once seemed so invincible and yet so fragile, was gone.

The slender tom weaved through the thin crowd to sit close next to Blaze, pressing against her side in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. He angled his head and touched his nose to her ear, then sent his mother a strong rush of sympathy, rather than empty words.

He wondered if Blaze was thinking of Skuli.

It was when he moved his head to stare in mournful silence at Bloom's body that the pale tom spotted Overkit. Where was Darky? Looking after the other kits, perhaps? He wasn't sure, but Squire didn't want his sister's kit to sit there by herself. "Overkit," he would send in an attempt to catch her attention, but didn't send anything else. Instead, he wordlessly untucked his tail from underneath him in a gesture meant to inquire if the child wanted to join them for the vigil.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire had stepped back as the medics stepped in. He didn't want to hamper their efforts by his being inexperienced in this sort of thing, but he did hang around at the outskirts of the group.

Incidentally, his position was right next to Overkit. Well, well. He kept seeing her out and about already, seemingly without her siblings. That was a little sad, but Squire wasn't one to stop a kit from exploring and seeing the world - unless that involved another badly injured creature. Looking down into the child's face with a frown of distaste, Squire moved forwards to block her view.

That was a little too graphic for her tender age.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]And it was the deaf tom Squire that would encounter her first, stopping suddenly as he emerged from the undergrowth to face the Tasmanian devil. It was obvious that he had not noticed her scent, but the feline made a swift recovery.

"Name and business?" he inquired through careful use of telepathy, lifting an alabaster paw to smooth down his ruffled chest fur. Whoops.

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Shaking off that uncomfortable thought - sometimes it was still difficult to imagine Darky as a delicate femme rather than an adventurous and daring tom - the alabaster cat tilted his head to Danse, requesting a task of his own.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire returned the smile, although it faltered a little as the stranger leaped backwards. Oh, gosh, he was so rude! He shouldn't just assume that all animals knew about telepathy! Thus, the smile turned into an embarrassed grimace for the duration of the stranger's speech, and his gaze was serious and concentrated.

He managed to pick out a few words, namely the request for him to do it again and the mentioning of StormClan. That being said, Squire's skill as a lip-reader was challenged a great deal. He'd never before encountered a Tasmanian devil, so he allowed himself some excuse in his failings before he noticed that she'd finished speaking.

"I'm sorry," he began apologetically, after he saw that Spidersilk had finished speaking. "I didn't mean to startle you or make you uneasy. I haven't met anyone too unused to telepathy. I hope you'll forgive me." He also hoped that Spidersilk had said everything that needed to be said. It'd be a bit awkward otherwise.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Squire was a little bewildered as to where all these desks and pieces of paper had come from, but he shook his head and padded over to Spidersilk with a cheerful twitch of his whiskers. "What's going on?" He questioned rather cluelessly, not noticing that he'd just missed the femme's short explanation. Whatever it was, it looked fun!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Well.

It seemed that he had come full circle, Squire realised, clinging to the very top surface of the ruins. Except this time, Squire was not a curious kit out of the nursery, but rather a tom too stubborn to admit that maybe climbing wasn't the best idea for him when he had no claws.

The white tom was perched atop the very same structure that he'd climbed as a kit, his pelt sandy and bloodied from where his pads had been torn open by the rock and then rubbed against his fur. This was a totally different experience to the one he'd had as a carefree kit, and this time there was no Blazeheart - even if he was too big for her now - too rescue him. At least this time he'd be more willing for help.

Squire gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut as the ruined tower he was on shook from the sudden strong wind that had sprung up and his bodyweight. This was not fun. This was not safe. This was not the safest place to be.

This was the worst idea he'd ever had.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oh, Squire could do this!

He's totally against rape and other crimes that seem to serve no purpose for the greater good, but desires to participate in a battle to gain some sort of glory, so he's constantly wondering whether a battle is just or not and thus if he can join. He also believes in StarClan ( or some form of it ) but is loose in his beliefs about this because he's only ever met a spirit who wasn't in StarClan.

Squire also has a few powers, telepathy being his main and most useful one. However, he'd give up his powers in a heartbeat if he could gain hearing, the sense he was born without and has coveted all his life.

So perhaps they could have an interaction thread and become friends?

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]It was raining.

He didn't know this, of course, by the classic pitter patter of the rain on the surfaces - rock, dirt, bark, leaf - but by the seeping of water into his nest. Quite frankly, his originally comfortable moss nest was soaking wet, and the reason why Squire was up in the twilight hours of the morning.

He peered into the camp rather unhappily from his position in the large den, eyes slitted and useless ears clamped against his damp head.

/very short but didn't want to make the post clumpy and broken

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]sure & here!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Oh, thank StarClan!

Squire was largely in the dark as to Spidersilk's apparent breakdowns, having missed the vast majority of them. He was also unaware of his sister's uneasiness when it came to the oriental, so instead of a feeling of perturbation, the male only felt relief, doubled once he received her primary telepathic message.

It was the latter of her messages however that the tom was almost compelled to go against - against her wishes and his instincts. He looked down - right down to the bottom of the pillar - and felt his insides go weak at the height. How had he not noticed it as a kit?

His insides weren't the only thing of his to weaken, unfortunately. His grasp slackened at the shock and, before he could eve think about readjusting his grip, the deaf tom began his terrifying descent down the massive column, pads shredding against the rock as he went.

He landed with a thump and a wheeze, the breath thoroughly knocked out of him. His head slumped forwards onto the ground, and he was out cold as the darkness enveloped him.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]I'll make the thread in the morning ^^

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