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Originally Posted by Shinestripe

Imagine you meet a blind and deaf person. What language would they think in?)))
Halfheart's fur fluffed up when she saw Clara trip and get her leg stabbed. The double-tabby she cat was distraught, and it got even worse when she felt the tremors in the ground from the thunder. She hated feeling the vibrations, they always made it hard to focus. She saw Clara gag, and wondered what for. She remembered her leg, and jumped over to the other side of the girl to look at it. She knew what they needed, just not where to get it... Medicine, where would twolegs keep medicine? (((The doctor dungeon lol)))
Maybe their medicine den in the nest? She jumped away for a second.

~~Clara Winglet~~

(here's a question/crazy fact for you: why is cargo on a ship called cargo, but cargo on a car called a shipment?)

Clara opened her eyes to see Halfheart where her wound was. She must think that I gaged because of my wound. She pointed to the broken couch, to the hand sticking out of the wreckage. "There..." She slowly stood up and leaned on the wall, pain gripping her leg. Somehow, the girl got down the hallway and into her old room. The bed frame was still intact, which didn't surprise Clara, as it was made of metal, and just got very rusty, but the bedsheets and pillows and pillowcases were almost gone, if not gone already. The mattress looked like it might explode in a puff of cotton at any moment. So Clara half expected it to blow up when she threw herself on it. But it didn't. She looked down at Halfheart and pointed out of the room. Go. Bathroom. There is medicine and first-aid stuff there. She tried to pretend she was opening up a first-aid kit, wrapping bandages around her hurt leg and drinking medicine, and pointed out of the room again.