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Old December 4th, 2016, 04:45 PM
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She gave a wide smile as he greeted her, claiming it was nice to meet her. "You too!" She tried to be as polite as him, but her voice came off a bit louder than she intend, causing her to glance away in embarrassment. "Sorry for being so loud," there was a small embarrassed chuckle as she finished apologizing for the volume of her words. The molly began to look the tom up and down for a moment, trying to see what he was like before they actually began to talk. But she wasn't the best at reading cats.

Birdkit hadn't taken too much notice to Spearkit prior to now due to him not being as out-going as many of the other kits around, so she never noticed that he was blind. His blank stare started to make her fur prickle. She wondered what blind cats saw - was it all black? Did they know what colors or shapes were? She began to shift her weight on her paws as she let her mind wander to these thoughts, doubting she could ever get past it if she was blind. The ragdoll loves their world's beauty too much.

The fluffy kit just shook her head. Her ears perked up again once he stated that his name was Spearkit. Spearkit... yeah, that's right! Birdkit silently scolded herself for not knowing his name. She offered a small laugh as he questioned her about where she had been before coming into the nursery. "Just playing the clearing - I like to play with other kits and apprentices, especially since it's not too long before I become an apprentice myself," the young molly puffed her chest out in pride as she stated this, though he wouldn't be able to see her.
Spearkit gave a nod to her embarrassment and flashed her a half-hearted grin of amusement. This cat was unlike the ones he usually interacted with, which were few and far apart. She was loud, obviously, oblivious and most-likely prideful and kind. Spearkit never felt the need to be kind to anyone whose services he wouldn't need to use in the future. He currently thought of other felines like tools rather than people, but didn't know how else to picture them. He was locked in a mindset most wouldn't think healthy. "It's no problem," Spearkit mewed.

The tricolor paused as Birdkit did and inspected her. It was hard for him to know much about other cats, as sight was a key sense of most of them and would have allowed him to asses her pelt color, height, facial expressions and any other physical features of the she-kit. But it was okay, he'd gathered most of him information about her from her tone of voice(oblivious and temporarily bashful), and her words. He could assume much, but was saddened when he realized he'd have to put some work into getting to know this cat if he was ever to truly understand her.

He listened to her breath as she inspected him. In and out. In and out. She didn't know Spearkit that well, he guessed she was noticing his body language for the first time. That was probably why she tried to be more polite previously. He sensed, too, her staring at his face. His fur color? The wetness of tears still on his cheeks and under his eyes? My eyes. He understood now. His blindness wasn't something he noticed, but recognized it as a point of interest for others. People often asked him what it was like to be blind, if it was hard, how he coped. He couldn't give them the answer they wanted to hear only responded, "It's Different."

"Me neither," he mentioned his similar age to that of Birdkit's, "a Moon and a half, I think it was, until we're apprenticed." He smiled and cocked his head to the side nose twitching and tail-tip slithering on the ground like a charmed cobra. "You're planning on being a warrior, I assume. Serving the Clan and being out in the territory, exploring everything SkyClan has to offer." He fantasized for a moment about being a full-grown tomcat in his Clan. He was running through the trees, crossing a stream, using a rotting log as a bridge, and charging after a hare, hot on it's heels, using a longing to serve as fuel for the hunt. He felt suddenly primitive and narrowed his eyes as if to block the wind that rushed towards him as he chased the prey down a hill, and back up another. "It sounds amazing."
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