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Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 2, 2021 10:20:51 GMT -5
Until recently, Graythorn had a very active part in SummerClan's everyday life. Between tending to minor scratches and pulling out thorns that were stuck in cats paws and helping to guide the clan in spiritual matters, he was one busy cat. But everything came to a screeching halt the day he lost his hearing due to a loud thunderclap. He was fortunate he hadn't been killed by the close lightning strike but some days now he wished he had. Now his days are spent in silence in the elders den. His only activity, if one could call it that, was learning how to lip read. His mother who retired a moon ago had been helping him with that. If only there was something he could do to be of service to the clan. I'm way too young to be stuck in the elders den!
He left the elders den and found himself a nice sunny patch to lay down in. All around him the everyday camp activity continued in an eerie silence. With a sigh, he laid down his head.
Sparrowpaw had always enjoyed time with his family, even if it did serve as a reminder that he wasn't as good as they were. They came from a long line of strong and powerful cats, and yet, he was turning out to be anything but capable of half of what they could do. The tom stepped into camp, the only piece of prey he'd managed to catch all morning in his jaws. Spotting his uncle in the center of the camp in a nice sunny patch, he made his way over with his small mouse. If anyone deserved to be catered to it was the medicine cat who'd only recently retired. A well-respected tom, one that many admired and even Sparrowpaw looked to in awe. Medicine cats had skills that he couldn't even imagine obtaining or wielding, but his own skills as a warrior apprentice weren't anything to be proud of either. Sparrowpaw wasn't very good at his tasks of hunting or training but he was trying. Hopefully, that was enough that he'd soon approve and thus be worthy of his family background.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 4, 2021 18:22:06 GMT -5
Graythorn looked over at Sparrowpaw and raised his head. His stomach rumbled at the sight and smell of the fresh mouse he had brought over. "Is that for me?" he asked. He still couldn't tell how loud he spoke and it felt funny talking and not being able to hear himself. How he wished he could still hear.
Sparrowpaw flinched at the loudness of the tom but pushed the prey over anyways with a nodd. "Yeah, figured you were hungry." The tom shuffled his paws after passing the prey over and then just stood there, like the awkward cat he is. Did he stay? Or did his uncle want to be alone? Should he ask? Would he hear him if he asked?
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 13, 2021 10:47:31 GMT -5
"Thanks," Graythorn meowed. He couldn't make out the exact words Sparrowpaw said but the nod of his head told him all he needed to know. He reached out his paw and drug the mouse in closer and took a bite. It's flavor made his mouth water with delight. "Um... delicious."
"Have you eaten yet?" he asked knowing that apprentices were usually kept very busy. "Sit down and have some with me." He pushed the mouse toward Sparrowpaw.
Quickly, not wishing to displease his uncle that he respected so much, the tom hurried to take a seat next to him. “Thanks….” He didn’t really know what else to say. Especially since he wasn’t sure how well Graythorn could hear him. “Umm…how’s..how’s the elders den?” Sparrowpaw made sure to speak up and hoped he’d be heard by the other tom. This was awakened, he thought. How was he supposed to talk with his uncle?
Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 20, 2021 10:15:21 GMT -5
Graythorn saw Sparrowpaw mouth the word 'thanks' but he couldn't make out what else he said. This was so frustrating to him although he knew it was going to take time for him to learn how to mouth read. His mother Gentlebreeze had been coaching him ever since he moved into the elders den but it was a slow, painstaking process.
"Sorry, I didn't see what you just said," the gray tabby meowed. "You'll have to look directly at me when you speak and talk slowly."
"oOh..." Sparorwpaw was blushing but he shuffled around to where he was sitting directly in front of his uncle. Glancing up, and then back down, in embarrassment. His eyes were trained down, but his head was up as he slowly spoke. "I was wondering how the elder's den is?" It was slow and he took his time saying every word, glancing up randomly to make sure Graythorn was watching him. God he felt like an idiot, hadn't mom told him that he needed to speak this way, at least for a little while why Uncle figured things out, clearly he hadn't been listening.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 2, 2021 18:19:37 GMT -5
This is so hard! the gray tabby sighed inwardly. He didn't pick up all the words but he did think he got enough though to figure out what Sparrowpaw was asking. How -- elder's -- den -- is..... he must be asking me how it's like here. A feeling of triumph shot through him, like working hard at a difficult task and finally getting it right. "How do I like the elder's den?" he meowed. "Well, I have to get used to sharing a den with other cats again. For seasons I had the medicine den all to myself. But now," he looked over his shoulder toward his new home then looked back at Sparrowpaw, "well, it's better than not having a den to sleep in." He took the last bite of the mouse and swallowed. "So how's your training coming along?"
