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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 cringed, mortified to find that he could not make out a word this stranger was saying. Gosh, what he would do for any sort of auditory range! He'd even give up telepathy, being that it was only useful since he couldn't communicate as smoothly as most. After all, the seldom used skill of invisibility came to little use of his.

"I'm sorry," he apologised again, offering Xenia a rather sheepish smile. "I'm deaf. Perhaps you could speak a little slower?" Squire felt absolutely awful for asking the marsupial to repeat herself or to even quash some of her excitement, but he just couldn't understand her and he wasn't one to fake his way through a conversation.

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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 lay by his den, eyes closed, sun warming his back, half-eaten squirrel pushed to the side. From the steady movements of his sides, it was obvious to most that the deaf tom was slumbering, and the relaxed features of his face would aid in an observer noticing that his dreams were ones of peace, not unease.

However, an observer would also notice the bandaged paws and the splinted right foreleg, the dried blood and dirt marring the once pristine white pelt. Such injuries and dirt came from an incident the day before, where Squire had taken a tumble off the top of the ruins. It was an embarrassing accident for him - an awful decision on his part - which was why the tom lay motionless with the sun dappling his pelt rather than already up and about so soon after his accident.

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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]Fortunately, he was only out for a few moments, before he blinked his eyes open blearily and fixed Maplepaw with a confused stare. "Wha-?" he began out loud, a pained grunt escaping him as he shifted his weight against his legs, struggling to pull himself to his feet until ultimately giving up and gazing around him in a dazed manner. What had happened?

Oh, StarClan. He'd looked down and fallen. Idiot.

/broken right foreleg (radius bone) and badly torn pads (all four)

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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, duh. Squire could have smacked himself in the forehead if he'd had the dexterity. Wasn't he just shaping up to being the Clan's least intelligent member.

"Oh! Welcome to StormClan, then. I'm Squire," he introduced, not entirely sure if he'd already been introduced by Spidersilk or Darky. After all, he wasn't facing either of them. "I prefer to use telepathy, but I'm not mute or anything. It's just easier, so I use it. Darky -"twin alabaster ears flicked towards his sister "-has it too. She got it before me, which was made it easier on the rest of us." He leaned in, as if imparting some great secret. "Darky was the one to show us that telepathy was more useful than anything else."

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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 wasn't thinking of his father's vigil, as Darkskies was. No, Squire had not been present in the Clan when Skuli had died and had only learned of the death when he had returned. He didn't think he'd been as close to the tom as Darky had been, but he had been both his father and his mentor and Squire had aspired to one day be like him.

Tightening his tail around his niece, he offered her a concerned smile. She was only a baby; was she old enough to see a body? Squire wasn't sure, but Overkit seemed responsible enough and didn't seem to be the type of kit to make an unnecessary fuss at a vigil. Besides, Darky was here now and she seemed to be all right with her child being here.

Either that or she was just very upset and hadn't noticed.

The concerned look now moved onto the ebony femme, and Squire leaned over to touch his nose reassuringly to his sister's eartip, as he had done for his mother. He hoped the two of them were okay. They'd been an awful lot closer to Bloom than he had and he knew they must be remembering Skuli in some capacity too.

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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 peered up at Spidersilk, grimacing in a mixture of embarrassment and pain. His pads were throbbing, his right foreleg a sharp, never before felt pain. His vision seemed to swim as he shifted again, jostling the broken bone, and he was unable to make out oriental's words - made indistinct to him by her efforts to clean his pads and his own pain, which he deduced was playing with his vision. After all, he hadn't hit his head, he was sure.

"Sorry," he apologised to the femme. "I looked down."

It was when he swept his gaze towards Maplepaw again that he caught sight of Overkit, giving her a reassuring smile. He didn't know why the child always seemed to be present whenever someone was injured, but he thought that she must be a little frightened. Who wanted to see injury at such a young age?

/permission for medics to powerplay some healing if they so desire

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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]Yes, now that Spidersilk had mentioned it, Squire was a little cold. He set off after the oriental, beckoning with a wave of his tail for Xenia to follow. "I'll tell you about them later! Let's get you situated; you must be tired and hungry!" As for the tension that seemed to have sprung up between his sister and Spidersilk... well, Squire didn't think it concerned him and put it to nothing but a small falling out between 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]That Squire turned his attention to the Russian blue as soon as he came within sight was a good thing, really, for he was sure that he would have missed his greeting if he had only glanced at him. Then Dottie would have probably thought him rude or some other such ill-mannered cat, and Squire most certainly didn't want that. No, he caused enough trouble without being rude.

The alabaster tom returned the smile, although this one was not at all sheepish, and dipped his head in greeting. "Caught by the rain?" he inquired, fixing the other with a curious stare. He'd pretend that maybe this was an innocent interaction for the time being, but truth of the matter was that Dottie seemed to be particularly close to his sister and Squire wanted to find out why.

Were they more than friends? Or were they just friends? Was he friends with this Tadpolepaw, who seemed to be even closer to his sister? Or enemies? HE didn't know, but he was definitely going to find out.

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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 shifted suddenly at Xenia's prod, weight jarring his broken leg uncomfortably, and he hissed thickly, scrabbling for an painful moment before he managed to get his other foreleg underneath him to relieve the pressure from the broken one. His pads were stinging uncomfortably, but he paid them little head as he regarded the tasmanian devil with confused blue eyes.

Ah, Xenia.

He blinked slowly, heaving himself tentatively into an upright position to peer at the newcomer more comfortably. Well, easily. His pads were killing him like this, but better than wrenching his shoulder or risk having to have his leg reset. "Hello again! Did you need something?"

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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 fixed her with an apologetic look. Why was it he was always making this femme jump? First with his surprise telepathy and now with his hissing. He shouldn't have hissed; it was rude, but he was in pain. He allowed himself that excuse, at least.

Now, though, Squire's expression - although still pained - turned rather sheepish. "I fell off the top of one of the ruined columns," he explained, smiling through his embarrassment. "Worst idea I've ever had, more so than when Darky and I switched bodies when we were kits." Oh, that had been fun. Darky had recently discovered his multiple possessions and had forced Squire out of his own body and into his brother's, for that had been when Darky was a tom. The deaf tom had appreciated it more than anything in his life, being granted the ability to hear for just a few heartbeats, before his mother appeared and shouted at them.

Oh, he and his littermates had gotten up to an awful lot as kits.

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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 lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "It wasn't the best idea I've ever had, even if I did manage to get to the top." He'd wanted to show everyone that just because he had no claws that didn't mean he was totally useless.

"Darky has multiple possessions," Squire stated, then paused a moment. "You remember Darky, right? Darkskies. She was there when you joined." He turned his head, glancing about the camp as if looking for the femme, but settled his gaze back on Xenia when he didn't spot her. "She switched with my sister - my brother, now - first and they had a massive argument." Darky and Mango had always been arguing back then. He wondered if they still did or if they'd grown out of it.

"Darky and Mango switched back, then Darky took possession of my body to show me why they'd been fighting with each other." He smiled fully then, sharp white teeth glinting in the sun. "That was the only time I've ever heard anything. I think that it was one of the best moments of my life."

Have you never met anyone with any power, Xenia?" They idea was foreign to him; there'd always been someone in the Clan who had a power, even if it was as simple as flower prints.

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Hurrying forwards at a frustratingly slow pace ( for Squire had broken one of his own legs since poor Lessa's accident ), the deaf tom sent a greeting her way via his telepathy. "Hello! It's Lessa, right? What are you doing out so late?" Nevermind why he was out so late.

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He stared about him, his eyes wide and glassy, his ears - although useless to him - pricked and swivelling about him. He sniggered to himself with each twitch of his ears, with each movement observed. An individual might wonder what had caused the usually put-together tom to act like this, but it would not take a genius to figure out what had happened.

It was quite obvious that Squire had accidentally taken too many of the poppyseeds provided for his leg, and the effect had most certainly not sent him into a deep slumber but rather a dazed state of mind.

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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, Xenia," he sympathised, leaning forwards despite the discomfort to touch his nose to her ear. He couldn't imagine having no friends or family to speak of, no past memories. It was an awful idea, not knowing where one came from, and not one Squire was eager to perform. Poor Xenia.

He tilted his head to the side, piercing the marsupial with a more cheerful gaze. "So someone told you to come to StormClan, right? Maybe you've been here before, in a different life. Maybe StarClan sent you back down to fulfil a prophecy. Or," he countered, ears twitching a little as he got caught up in his excitement, "perhaps you're here to rediscover yourself - to find out who you are and why you're here."

Not knowing your past didn't seem so bad all of a sudden. Sure, it was sad and all that, but it meant an adventure was bound to be about! Squire loved adventures!

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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]As each Clanmate spoke, the alabaster tom fixed his gaze on them, eyes as wide as saucers. A wheeze of laughter overtook him as, in his state, his sudden inability to understand them seemed hilarious to him, rather than embarrassing. "Wha you sayin'?" Squire mumbled thickly, naturally distorted words made more difficult to make out by the unmanly giggles that burst forth from his chest.

He turned to Darky next, sending back his own message immediately. "No, I'm pretty low. Look." He slapped a bandaged paw onto the ground ( totally disregarding the sting of pain caused by this ) to show his sister that he was in fact lying on the ground, rather than in a tree or something. Why did she think he was high? If anything, she was higher than 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]Oh, Overkit was a real sweetheart. He allowed his own smile to widen slightly, white fangs glinting in the pale light. He wanted to send her some sort of thankful message for her kindness to him - despite the fear he was sure she must have felt - but couldn't think of one. Instead, he turned back to Spidersilk.

"Be quick then," he appealed to both Maplepaw and Spidersilk, tensing his own muscles in preparation for the unwelcome onslaught of pain he was about to feel. It might be better for him in the long run, but Squire really didn't want this to hurt as much as it did. He remembered when Darky had had a broken leg when they were kits and knew it must be painful, especially at the fuss Blazeheart had put up. The thought set him wondering where exactly his mother was, but he quickly hushed the thought in favour of not being too surprised by the setting of his bone.

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"You're not tired?" He questioned, although it was more of a question as to whether or not she had actually said that. Squire did hate it when people mumbled or spoke too quickly for him, but he wasn't about to reprimand a child for feeling more than a little uncomfortable amongst such a crowd of ( mostly ) older members. "Perhaps you'd like to go back to the camp? And," he added with playful slyness, "maybe you can keep an eye on Overkit here. She ought to be in her nest too." He flicked his tail across his niece's ears, a gesture meant to indicate both who Overkit exactly was and to greet the little femme.

Squire was very fond of Overkit, after all. He wasn't going to not acknowledge her.

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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 let his expression drop from the reassuring smile it held as his sister sat next to him to one a little more reserved. "This is going to hurt, isn't it, Darky?" This message was of course sent only to the ebony femme, and she might have been able to pick out the fear that accompanied it if she was paying close attention. However, his own fear quickly quashed by Darky's touch, the ivory tom smiled tightly and twisted his own head to touch her head with his nose.

A more concerning thought passed between them then, as he again caught sight of his niece. "Is Overkit okay? I don't want to frighten her, Darky."

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