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WHITEHAWK

He was thankful. He was appreciative. He was honored. But...he was also terrified.

It wasn't too long ago that his mentorship with the now Tigerblaze had ended, leaving the large white tom without an Apprentice. It was a strange feeling, not having something to do besides regular duties on a daily basis. It hadn't been long, but he already missed having a young cat to teach the ways of the wild to by his side.

This did not last long, though, as when the next Apprentice ceremony arrived, he found his name being called. He was unbelievably excited, if he were honest. He had adored mentoring Tigerblaze and was very happy with how the young tom had grown and learned. The thought of experiencing this again was a rather joyful feeling. Though...the Apprentice that he was assigned...he felt his anxiety shoot through the sky to Starclan.

Her name was Wisteriapaw. She was a smaller she-cat with almost pure white fur, save a few small stripes of a very pale gray, that was so long and fluffy it gave the appearance of a cloud. She was rather adorable, honestly, and she reminded him a lot of not only himself, but his first Apprentice. This was the second time he was given an Apprentice who looked a lot like him. No doubt he would get asked a few times if this young one was his daughter. He almost wished he could say yes, for the thought of having a kit of his own…

Nope, no thinking about that. But when it came to Wisteria, it was not necessarily her small stature or bright coat that concerned him.

The day of the ceremony, he had approached his new student and peered down at her. She too looked to him, but where she looked fell a tad bit short. She had looked to the base of his neck rather than his face, not because she didn't want to look him in the face, but because that was where she initially believed his face to be. She could not see. Glassy pale blue eyes, though beautiful, did not contain the ability of sight. Having been born blind, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Wisteria would have a rougher Apprenticeship. It would be difficult for any cat to train her, for how would a cat who can see know how to train one who couldn't? They didn't know what she saw, or what she heard, or how she had gotten around all this time. They could only assume and hope they were correct.

Perhaps that was why Birdstar had chosen himself to train her. Granted, Whitehawk was not completely blind, he was only half-blind, but he could still relate to the young she-cat more than most of their clanmates.

He was scared, not only for her, but for himself. What if he couldn't find a way to train her that would actually work? What if his methods he had used back when to see didn't work with her? What if she got hurt, or he lost sight of her, or she got lost and couldn't find her way back to camp? There were so many things that could go wrong...so many ways that he could lose her...or fail her...and fail Birdstar.

All of these things flowed through his mind like a whirlpool as he touched noses with her that day. It wasn't until a few days later that it was time...time for the first training session.

"Wisteriapaw, it is time to head out." He watched the entrance of the Apprentice den, waiting to see that vibrant pelt come strolling out of the entrance. When he did see her, he spoke again. "I am going to sh- take you around the territory today." He felt the skin beneath his fur grow hot. Every word he spoke felt as though he were walking on ice.

I can't show her the territory, she can't see it. I can't let her see landmarks either…

Stoneclan Warrior

673

Fae Magic

[Fae Magic]

"Just because no one else can heal or do your inner work for you doesn't mean you can, should, or need to do it alone."~Wisteriakit

She didn't believe that she'd ever become an apprentice. What kind of cat became a warrior when they are completely blind? She could help them and she expected to fail miserably in her training. But, the leader had faith in her. Well, it'd definitely take faith to get her through this. She'd sat there listening to Birdstar; hearing his words but her sightless eyes staring somewhere on the ground. Her fur was hot as if she could feel the eyes of others on her. Yeah, she knew. She shouldn't have been among the others to gain her apprentice name. She shouldn't be up here with her siblings. But she was, she didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad sign. She'd become the laughing stock of her clan or the most pitiful if she didn't manage to be a success. Taking a breath Wisteriapaw allowed the gentle touch of her mother's tail to guide her towards Birdstar as he called her up to meet her new mentor. Her gaze attempted to look up at the warrior; Whitehawk his name was. But, she didn't quite realize that she wasn't looking into the older feline's face but his chest area. 

She'd remembered that ceremony. She remembered the lack of confidence she held as she touched noses with Whitehawk. Even now, when she caught his unfamiliar voice in her ears as she sat in her nest in the unfamiliar apprentice quarter finishing her grooming of her long white fur. She hesitated but did not say a word as she forced her paws to slowly carry her towards where she could feel the breeze of the day and feel the warmth of sun on her face as she thankfully chose the right direction. His words reached her and she paused; she could practically feel his emberassment and it actually made her smile a little. Her once naive and friendly personality she had as a kit had dimmed the more she grew up and took things more seriously; as things began to make more sense the glow she had for life slowly dimmed as the insecurity took root instead. 

"It's okay Whitehawk, you don't have to walk on eggshells with me. I get what you mean." she replied softly and gave a small shrug trying to make herself believe that his words didn't actually drive the truth harder into her. It'd take so much more on both their parts to be able to get through this; she already knew her training would take much longer than others her age because of her disability. 

"I will do my best to picture what it looks like; I may not have eyes but I do have the weapon of imagination." she gave a tiny smile. She had to believe in herself or else...there was no point in her being here. 

Word Count: #506 || Tag: Abyss || Notes: #let it begin lol

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WHITEHAWK

The large tom didn’t know whether to feel comforted or more worried at the she-cat’s response. Sure, she claimed that he didn’t have to be so nervous with her. But did he actually believe her? Hardly. And even if he did, that wouldn’t stop him from being anxious every moment he found her under his watchful eye.

In a way, she was still a kit. She had the name to suggest that she was an Apprentice, but she hadn’t yet experienced anything that made her an Apprentice other than her ceremony and the moving of her nest. From what he knew, this would be her first outing into the territory. And he was the one guiding her. He had no previous experience of how to be around cats who were blind, or how to interact with them, or how they navigated the world. The only knowledge on the subject he had was what he had learned from his own loss of sight. And even then, he still had half of it. He knew what the world looked like, how to walk it, even if half of it was invisible to him at any given time. Wisteriapaw was not the same way. She had no sight at all, and it had not been lost part way through her short life. She had never actually seen the world around her before. So how did she know where to go, or what she was smelling, or what she felt?

Her next words did bring a tiny smile to his face, though he hesitated. He did not know her well at all. He didn’t know what her personality was like, or how she viewed herself, or how she viewed her disability. Was little display of optimism real, or was it fake? Hopefully he would one day know the answer. But today was not that day.

Whitehawk took a deep breath, releasing it slowly before he looked to her. He had to push his worries aside, no matter how hard it was to do. He had to take on the role he had been assigned. He had to enter mentor mode. Be respectful, be informative, and be a teacher.

“We will be exploring the territory, specifically certain locations. Since you...” he hesitated for a second, not wishing to sound insensitive, but also knowing he had to make his point clear. “-cannot see these places, we are going to find other ways for you to navigate them.”

He swallowed the lump that built in his throat, doing his best to retain his professional voice. “I am sure you have already experimented your own ways of getting around, but we are going to try and sharpen all of these senses. Sound, scent, taste, and touch. You probably know what most of those things are like when it comes to camp, like the scent of the whole clan in one place, or the smell and taste of prey when you get close to the prey pile. Similarly, all places are like this, with unique feelings, scents, and sounds.”

He glanced at the entrance of camp for a moment, considering how to proceed. “I know this is obvious, but it has to be addressed. We are going to be together a lot, which means you need to be able to know how to find me at all times. Memorizing the voices and scents of others is important, especially when not in camp. So as we travel, you must depend on your ears and your nose a great deal. Listen for my voice, my footsteps, my breathing. Follow my scent. Or, if you ever get worried about losing where you are, or don’t know if you are for sure going the right way, I am perfectly fine with you grabbing my tail or walking against me.”

He let out a small sigh, knowing that he had to break the teacher character enough that he didn’t sound like he was saying only what he had to. With this in mind, his voice grew slightly quieter, but more meaningful in tone.

“Look...this is new for both of us. I’m sure both of us know that the path ahead is going to be difficult. And I can guarantee there will be times when we both question ourselves or are unsure what to do or how to proceed. But…..please just know that I am here. Yes, I am your mentor, but I am also a friend. We are going to hit rough patches, and I know that sometimes I might not be the best teacher, considering I don’t know what things are like for you. But, mentor or not, I am here for you. We don’t know each other super well just yet, but I just want you to know that you can depend on me. If you need someone to talk to, or need help, or have doubts, or just anything at all, I am here. I...” He paused, knowing that his words were going to sound cheesy, almost like something someone would say to their mate, but that was not the context of this. Without realizing it, he was beginning to take on more than just the role of a mentor. He was, unknowingly, falling into the self-assigned role of protector. “I can be your pillar of strength if you ever doubt your own.”

Stoneclan Warrior

894

Fae Magic

[Fae Magic]

"Just because no one else can heal or do your inner work for you doesn't mean you can, should, or need to do it alone."~Wisteriakit

She could feel the breeze blowing against her face and she absently tilted her head towards the direction the breeze came from as if leaning her face into the loving touch of a friend. She liked to think that she wasn't bad half off. She wanted to keep telling herself that she could have had it worse off than just her eyesight being gone. At least, that's what she told herself when she was smaller. When she was a kit and even though it was long ago it felt like an eternity ago, but she knew it could have only been moons ago that she had such optimism. Of course, she'd still have it as a kitten because back then she had no cares in the world. She was warm, fed, and protected by her mother even if her sisters didn't like her and her father refused to acknowledge her. Even when finding it hard to play and make friends Wisteriapaw didn't think that she had a bad life thus far but she had to grow up eventually and realize that she had pressure on her to become something. What use was she as a cat period let alone the future of Stoneclan if she couldn't adjust herself and thrive for her clan? It was a long conversation and argument she'd had with herself and although she'd made good points to herself before making her think she was making sense...it didn't stop delusions of anything that resembled normalcy.

As she'd stood there with the unfamiliar scent of her mentor surrounding her and his unfamiliar voice ringing in her ears Wisteriapaw wanted to cringe; her jaw clenching at the realization of just how pitiful her situation was. Her own mentor didn't seem to understand, or realize just how tough she had it even if her kithood had been easier. She'd have to face so many challenges as an apprentice and not all of them were physical. As Whitehawk's words rang in her ears Wisteriapaw gave a bobbing nod; she was listening of course, but she clearly wasn't happy with the situation. She didn't want to claim defeat before they even started so she forced a smile on her face as she spoke words she didn't know if she was using to reassure her mentor or encourage herself to keep going.

"Yeah, my situation isn't ideal. But, at least I'll have some sort of story to tell others when I get through this! It'll be a learning experience for us both; no hard feelings down the road with any mistakes either of us makes as long as we are open and honest with each other right? At this point, it's all we have to go on when it comes to each other." She knew that it was true for them both; she may not know Whitehawk very well to judge him but she wasn't in the position to act out right now. She literally had to put her blind trust in this warrior to help her. Her development into success or failure fell on them both and she knew it probably fell heavier on her new mentor because if she didn't succeed....She didn't want to think this was for nothing. She had to keep a bright side to this right?

She may not have been able to see him but she could smell the change on him; as if he was changing from mentor mode to something else. Something that she wasn't familiar with. Her smile fell the longer he spoke and she hadn't realized her head had been lowering to her chest to hide her face subconsciously as his words; gentle and kind as if he was trying to portray his understanding. She didn't know if she wanted to feel touched or spit on his words. What did he know about her situation? What did he know about being blind, rejected by the people who where supposed to love you unconditionally, bullied and played like some amusing toy by others and taken advantage of because of a disability that couldn't be changed? Wisteriapaw's claws sank into the ground as her chest heaved with each struggling breath as she fought her contrasting emotions. She wanted to believe he meant well. That he was someone she could lean on and count on but in her short life she learned quickly not to count on anyone because they were all snakes.

Swallowing her pride Wisteriapaw's voice came out soft but there was underlining of anger and hurt in them as she spoke still not looking towards him. "Thanks..But that's not needed. I've learned from a young age not to have to depend on anyone but myself. I'll handle your training and do my best because I don't want to feel like I'm a failure to the clan. You do what you do best; I heard you trained Tigerblaze right? He turned out good; he was kind to me when others weren't so I know I'll be in good paws. But, when it comes to making anything of myself in this world it's on me and I can't rely on anyone else to do that except for myself. It's hard to let anyone in when no one wants to let you in you know?" she snorted and raised her head again.

"I need no one but my own strength. I am my own weakness and my own enemy. My own challenge that I will always have to face each day that I wake up. Learning the ropes of functioning like a normal cat doesn't fall into my spectrum Whitehawk. All I ask of you...is to make sure that I turn out so that I'm not a burden to anyone in the clan and to do that means training me to function like a normal cat just without my eyes. I'll do what I have to to survive even i my existence means nothing to anyone else..." she took a breath and straightened her shoulders and stared straight ahead.

"I used to wonder why I even survived being born if I was the weak one in the litter. I am the smallest, the weakest immune system, not to mention the glaringly obvious lack of sight. Maybe that's why my dad never wanted me or for my survival. But my mom used to tell me that I had a purpose. Even if my path wasn't something I could see. Whether I live long or not to make sure that I live to make a difference with my presence to effect those around me. I always thought she was silly for thinking I had a purpose. But then I got to thinking. If I didn't have a purpose then what was the point of living? Starclan must have needed me for something whether it's a lesson to others or a lesson to myself. I'm not going to die like some road kill!" her expression turned angry as she clenched her teeth together.

"So teach me what you need to Whitehawk and I'll do my best." was she cruel to have pushed away the only person besides her mother that held out a paw to her in friendship? Maybe, but her fragile heart couldn't take another rejection or fake friend. She didn't want to be used again. She wasn't used to kindness that was genuine so she had to keep others away from her. Once upon a time she reached out with needy paws for anyone who wanted to give her attention and love. But she learned others could not be trusted. She'd heard the whispers of pity when others thought she couldn't hear. Those words of pity hurt more than hurtful words ever could.

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WHITEHAWK

The white tom was silent as his new student spoke. At first he was hopeful. She seemed optimistic about her situation, seeing it as a story to tell rather than something to look down on. She was also apologizing before they had even started for any hardships they faced in the future of their time together. This brought a smile to his face, glad that she saw the bright side of the scenario rather than being too hard on herself. 

Though, this optimism seemed to fade quickly. As he spoke his offering of companionship, he could see the change in her. The averted gaze, the lowering head. Even the little circle of ir round them seemed to grow more tense, his voice starting to tril off.

When she spoke again, her voice was different; far less enthused or bright as before. If anything else, she sounded upset, offended even, by his words. He listened to her words, a slight pain in his chest growing. The way she worded what she said, and how she said it, almost came off as rejection rather than just compromise. But more than just that, she was contradicting herself, though he wasn't sure if she realized it. He would wait, and he listened, expression unknown to her, though someone else may have called it a mixture of sadness and sympathy.

What started as a declaration of independence and trust in herself turned into more of a sad story. Had he been anyone else, he may have thought that she was seeking pity rather than pushing it away. How she talked about having a purpose and her reasoning for being born, it was like she was trying to shove her own inner struggles in his face, as though they would somehow make him learn what he should do to progress this training. But he was not someone else. He was himself. While her speech about her kithood and all else she said confused him, he wasn't going to stop her.

Once she was done, a silence passed between them. He did not speak at first, looking down at this young cat and seeing the hurt in her face. He could guarantee that was one disadvantage a cat would have when being blind: how did you know when another cat could see your expression, or if they could see through whatever face you thought you were making.

When he finally spoke, his words were still gentle, though they almost seemed to have a corrective tone added on.

"You say that you can only depend on yourself. You say that you are the only cat you need in order to succeed. That only your strength will get you through this training." He paused for a moment, knowing that this was the first leap into this Apprenticeship. He wanted to show that he related to her, that he was both a friend and a mentor, that he was trustworthy. But he could only get her to trust him if he proved that he was trustworthy. And as much as he hated it, he knew that, in this particular case, he needed to focus on being a mentor, and not a friend.

"But if that is how you see Apprenticeship, then go back to the Nursery." His words were harsh, not in tone, but in meaning. He knew they were. More than likely they were like a slap in the face, worse though since they came from someone who moments ago had offered her kindness. It was a hard balance, one he would have to discover.

"I know this will sound very different from just now, when I said you could depend on me. But I will do as you ask, just this time. You don't want a friend, you want a mentor. So here it is."

He had to harden his own heart, even though saying these things was breaking it in the process.

"Becoming an Apprentice is the first step in becoming a Warrior of the clan. It is your first taste or independence, of what it's like to be a grown up. It takes a lot of determination and work and strength to get through Apprenticeship, and even more to actually become a Warrior worthy of the title. You do have that strength and that ability. I can tell just from looking at you and listening to you speak. But if you think that just your strength and your dependence in yourself will make you a Warrior, you are horribly mistaken."

"Being an Apprentice is not just about learning the basics of survival and getting stronger. It isn't just about becoming a Warrior. It is about trust, it is about learning, it is about bonding and becoming a true clan cat."

"The job of a mentor is to teach their Apprentice not just how to survive, but how to be a good clan cat, how to be a cat worthy of being a Warrior. It is teaching Apprentices how to provide for and be trusted to care for their clan when they are needed, and how to allow yourself to be helped by them when you need it."

"And, on top of it all, Apprenticeship is also about bonding with your mentor. Do you think Tigerblaze became the way he is because I was a strict mentor who pushed him to his limits and never let him be himself? No, Tigerblaze is and was more than just my Apprentice. He is my friend, and I am his. The same goes for the other Apprentices I have trained."

"Whether you want it or not, I do care about you, but not just because you are my student. I care about you because you are a member of my clan, you are another cat. I see you as a friend first, and then a student. When I train an Apprentice, I do more than just teach what I have to. I look out for you. I make sure you are learning everything you have to, want to, and more. I make sure you are safe. I make sure you are having the life that you want to have as best as I can. And, more importantly than all of that, I make sure that I am someone you can trust when you don't feel good enough or question whether you think you can make it. When you feel down on yourself, I will help you. When you don't feel good, I will help you heal rather than push you to keep training. I don't rush your learning process, I let it take as long as it needs."

"I am not here just to tell you what to do, you do it, and then you become a Warrior. That isn't the kind of cat that I am. And if what you say is true, if you want someone who is only a mentor and not a friend, or a mentor who will try to rush you into Warriorhood without caring for your well being...then you might as well go back in that den while I talk with Birdstar."

He looked to the side, taking a breath. He hated saying these things. They felt wrong, awful. Especially directed at her. But he couldn't be completely soft. She wanted to be treated as any other Apprentice, and that was what he had to do. At least this time.

"But even if you did get reassigned to another mentor, you would have to trust them to a degree too. Whether you like it or not, you are still a kit. Adding paw onto the end of your name doesn't mean you are an Apprentice. And, on top of that, you are blind. Don't get me wrong, you are strong, you are capable, you are worthy, just as much as any Apprentice, with or without your disability. But all Apprentices have to depend on and trust their mentors to train them, teach them how to be a true Warrior, and to keep them safe. For you, those things are doubled. You don't have the ability to see if you are in danger, or where to go if you get lost. Even if you don't want to, you have to trust in your mentor to teach you how to make up for those things so that one day you won't need them anymore. If you can't do that, then there is no point in being an Apprentice."

He sighed, looking her in the eyes, though she may have not been able to tell. Still, it felt more serious to do so.

"I give you three options, Wisteriapaw."

He paused, standing, his form casting a slight shadow over her.

"You can stay my Apprentice. You can trust in me and believe that I am both your mentor and your friend."

"I could have a talk with Birdstar and have you reassigned to another Warrior."

"Or, if the idea of trusting someone else to help you learn and grow as a cat is too much for you, or you just don't want to….then you can return to being Wisteriakit and be back in the Nursery with your mother until you are actually ready."

The white tom froze for a moment, heart racing, though he barely felt it. Regret built up in his chest like mud between boulders. It was intense, to say the least, how awful he felt. He wanted to be her mentor. He wanted to be her friend. He wanted to learn more about her and what she has gone through. He wanted to learn from her. He wanted to become close with someone he could actually relate to. But...if she chose to become someone else's student, there wasn't much he could do.

"Look...I know you have had it hard. You aren't like other cats your age, and that makes them separate themselves from you. It makes others around you doubt that you can do what they can. Believe me, I relate to that far more than you know. But I am not one of those cats who thinks anyone with a disability is incapable of achieving greatness. I do not doubt your ability to learn, or survive, or anything else. I don't think that you are some worthless kit destined to never become a Warrior. Your disability is not what defines you. It is what you accomplish in spite of your disability that defines you. It is how far you can go regardless of what anyone else thinks. In fact, I could see you becoming one of the best Warriors this clan has ever seen. A young she-cat who uses her determination and will to become an amazing Warrior, using her disability and the doubts of others to fuel her greatness into something so bright it's blinding…...that is far more impressive than all of the strongest cats in this valley combined."

"If you choose to stay with me, I want to get you to that point. I want to help you prove everyone wrong. I want to help you become the cat that you truly want to be. And, more than that...I want to know you. I want to learn from you. I want the honor of being one of the few that you trust, that you know will not lie to you or put you down. I would not expect you to trust me as a friend right away. You could take as much time as you need. But I do want you to at least trust that I won't just abandon you, nor will I let you fail as an Apprentice."

He took a step back, allowing the light of the sun to shine against her once more.

"In the end, it is your decision. I will not refuse or reject whatever you choose. If you need time to think, you may go back to the Apprentice den and I will check with you later. I still need to go on a patrol, by myself or otherwise. But should you choose to remain my Apprentice, you may follow me. I am going straight forward away from camp, and you are facing the entrance."

Whitehawk then turned, walking a few steps forward towards the entrance, but he stopped, single eye glancing back at Wisteriapaw. "Your fate is in your own paws now."

Stoneclan Warrior

2065

Fae Magic

I AM SO SORRY, IT IS SO FREAKING LONG. WHITE POPPED OFF.

[Fae Magic]

"Just because no one else can heal or do your inner work for you doesn't mean you can, should, or need to do it alone."~Wisteriakit

She thought she's said the right things. She'd been honest with him and with herself, right? She told him just what she was feeling and thought of herself. Why she didn't know. Maybe those many moons of being left out and forgotten finally spilled over. Maybe it was her subconsciously trying to push him away because she didn't know what affection and support felt like besides her mother. Could she trust anyone else besides that? Did she dare? She did not have the strength to ask for help because she'd been on her own for so long. Or was it because Whitehawk was a tom willing to give her the attention she needed and watch out for her unlike her own father who pretended she did not exist? She didn't know but the longer she sat there thinking it over the more his words he began speaking hurt. He had a point though; with her disability she didn't have many options. She couldn't do this on her own but her lack of sight was enough of a disgrace...if she stayed behind in the nursery she'd never have the chance to live. But did she want to live? She'd made it this far..but if she wanted to change her future she had to start with something and Whitehawk was willing trying to put himself out there to help her. Was it out of pity or true concern and care for her wellbeing? That was a hard pill to swallow thinking about it. But as his words turned into something harsher and she couldn't help her ears from flattening on her head which bowed away from him to hide her face. Those were....cruel words. He'd taken the role of being encouraging towards her to something much meaner due to her rejection of his efforts. She didn't want to go back to the nursery because then she'd be a failure but she had no faith in herself of becoming something better as an apprentice. She was stuck between a rock and a mountain in her mind's eye.

"I don't see how you can understand what I'm feeling Whitehawk...I don't see that I can become great because of my ability. I don't....see anything in myself; not like you say you do." she muttered shaking her head. "Whether I go back to the nursery or stay as an apprentice and train things aren't going to get easier for me...people still don't look at me and think that I have a purpose in this clan will they? How am I supposed to prove them wrong if I don't believe in myself?" she flexed her claws.

"What you're saying makes sense though even if your words are cruel." she shot him a glare in the direction his voice was at and sat there sulking a moment.

Her fate was in her paws. She could either go back to camp and become a laughing stock and even more of a disgrace than she already was to the clan; most likely getting talked down by the other apprentices for being weak. Or she could kick herself into gear and at least attempt and try out what Whitehawk may have in store for her. It wouldn't be easy but the first step was to at least have the courage and the resolve in allowing Whitehawk the chance to show her what she was meant for. She didn't think that she'd make it far and she didn't know if she'd hate herself for failing or take it as a learning curve and try again. But sitting there acting like a kit didn't prove anyone anything. Giving a heavy sigh she raised her head with a look that obviously said she wasn't too sure about this and still kind of hurt from his earlier words; she certainly wouldn't be trusting him as a friend right away after that speech but she could at least attempt to give him a shot at training her.

"Okay...I'll stay as your apprentice and give it a shot. I'll most likely fail either way but...I guess I rather fail to try instead of being a coward." she told him and stood to her paws. Absently sniffing the air to tell which direction he was in and took a few steps forwards. At least she had her smell if anything else to be able to indicate where he was. She wasn't used to using her nose for anything else besides sniffing out scents of cats in her clan and food.

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