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"OKAY, SO I KNOW YOU AREN'T MEDICINE CAT ANYMORE, BUT FRANKLY VULTUREPAW IS A WEIRDO AND YOU ARE MUCH MORE COMPETENT."
Poppymask wasn't quite screaming, but she was definitely talking in all caps, thinking that all he had to do was speak louder and it would somehow make it so the deaf Graythorn could better understand her. Sitting patiently at her side was a little brown tabby tom with a cut over one of his eyes and a neutral smile on his face. Despite being a kit he seemed much more composed than his mother.
"A COUPLE MOONS AGO RACCOONKIT HIT HIS HEAD AND DOESN'T SEEM TO HEAR VERY WELL. CAN YOU FIX HIM?"
Raccoonkit glanced up at his mother and flicked his ear, "I can hear you, just not when---"
"GRAYTHORN," Poppymask cut her son off and the kit huffed but didn't try to speak up again, "WHAT DO YOU SAY?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 4, 2021 17:46:12 GMT -5
Graythorn wrinkled his brow in concentration. His mother, Gentlebreeze, had been working with him ever since his accident to learn how to lip read. He was able to pick up a few words Poppymask had said but definitely not all. But it was easy to see by her demeanor that she was quite agitated. Something about Vulturemalice... He picked up the word Vulturepaw and noticed she hadn't used his true medicine cat name. Was she upset with him and that was why she called him a paw?
"I'm sorry," he began. "You need to talk slower and look directly at me. It's hard to make out what you're saying. What it looked like you said was, 'A couple of moons hit Raccoonkit on his head,' but I know that couldn't be what you said. Learning how to lip read is very hard. Why don't you take him to Vulturemalice if he's hurt?"
(wow uh yeah been awhile hasn't it? I still wanna do this thread though if you are game xD)
Poppymask signed loudly and swished her stubbed tail back and forth in absolute annoyance. She was trying so hard to be accommodating to Graythorn's disability but it seemed like he wasn't trying at all to understand her.
"HE. HIT. HIS. HEAD. AND. CAN'T. HEAR. GOOD. ANYMORE," She said even louder than the first time she spoke, her bondi blue eyes ablaze and locked on Graythorn's, "CAN. YOU. HELP. HIM?"
Raccoonkit put his paw over his good ear, wincing as his mother's voice became shrieky and obnoxious. He slouched a bit and gave Graythorn an apologetic look.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 18, 2021 10:43:33 GMT -5
(Sure! )
This time Graythorn understood what Poppymask had said but he wasn't too sure if he could be of much help or even if he should try. He had given up his position after all. But with a quick glance at Racoonkit, his heart went out to the youngster. He was way too young to lose his hearing, even in just one ear.
"Was there a loud noise involved with your accident or did you just hit your head?" he asked the kit directly. "And when did it happen?"
Raccoonkit opened his mouth to answer Graythorn, but then ---
"HE. DOES. NOT. REMEMBER. WHAT. HAPPENED," Poppymask answered for him, "WE. FOUND. HIM. IN. THE. FOREST. WITH. THAT. CUT. ON. HIS. HEAD. AND. NOW. HIS. HEARING. IS. BAD."
"Momma..." Raccoonkit groaned, putting his paw over his ear because even though he had a hearing loss the sheer volume of her yelling was starting to give him a headache. She didn't seem to hear him or even notice that he was uncomfortable.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 30, 2021 12:57:37 GMT -5
"You don't need to yell at me," Graythorn replied as he looked around in embarrassment to see if there were others around. It annoyed him how some cats treated him since his accident. "I can't hear at all. Just speak normally but be sure you're facing me."
Moving closer to Racoonkit, Graythorn gently felt the cut area on his head. There was a lump there. "If we can get the swelling down, that might help. We need something cold." If the kit had sprained a paw or a leg, he would have told him to immerse the injury in a running stream. But he couldn't have him stick his head under water. Then an idea came to him. "Poppymask, please bring me a ball of moss soaked in the stream outside the camp."
"I'M NOT YELLING!" Poppymask yelled, although to her credit after making that statement she did lower her voice considerably, "I'm not sure how a moss-ball will help, but sure, I'll go grab one real quick. Raccoonkit! Be on your best behavior while I'm gone!"
"OKAY MOM," Raccoonkit yelled back at her. He may be better mannered but he was still Poppymask's son. When his mother padded away, he looked back up to Graythorn with big green eyes rimmed with dark brown, almost black, fur. His own little mask, "You're not gonna make me eat the moss ball are you? They don't taste very good."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 15, 2021 20:01:57 GMT -5
Graythorn sighed and shook his head slowly as he watched Poppymask leave for the moss. Then turning back to Raccoonkit, he caught the words, 'eat the moss ball' and saw the worried look on his face. Putting two and two together, he figured out the rest. "No," he laughed lightly - a rarity for him - "You won't have to eat the moss ball. I'm going to put it on the lump on your head. The cold water should help the swelling to go down and ease the pain."
"Oh, okay," Raccoonkit replied, reaching up to his cut and tapping it lightly. It was a couple days old but still swollen and painful. His mother thought she knew a thing or two about herbs which was why it had taken him so long to be brought to a medicine cat. Turns out catmint can't heal a cut on the head, "Will that make my hearing go back to normal?"
As he spoke to Graythorn he motioned toward his ears in a rudimentary attempt at sign language.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 17, 2021 15:27:37 GMT -5
"That I don't know for sure," Graythorn replied honestly but with sympathy in his voice. "But if the swelling is blocking your hearing, it should come back." He had tried everything he knew to restore his own hearing but nothing helped. Even his medicine cat friends in the other clans couldn't think to do anything else. "At least you have some hearing," he mewed half to himself.
"Mama said you knew everything, except for something about waxy leaves," Raccoonkit mewed, cocking his head when Graythorn made his last comment about having some hearing, "Mr. Graythorn, is your hearing all gone? If it is, then how come you can talk with me without hearing me?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 24, 2021 19:38:05 GMT -5
Waxy leaves? Graythorn wondered but didn't dwell too long on the comment. Perhaps he didn't understand correctly but a distant memory flashed in his head. He watched closer as Raccoonkit continued. Then with a nod, he replied, "I'm learning how to lip read. It's hard to learn at first but the more I practice it, it does get a little easier. Gentlebreeze is helping me with it. That's why I have to watch your mouth when you're talking so I can 'see' what you're saying."
Raccoonkit opened his mouth to reply but Poppymask's return cut him off. She didn't say anything but the way she walked into the room was enough of a statement, given the fact that she had somehow fallen into the river and gotten herself paws-it-tively soaked in the process of collecting the moss balls. Raccoonkit immediately started giggling but put his paw over his mouth to stop his mother from noticing.
"I GOT THE BALLS." Poppymask said, spitting three or four soaked moss balls onto the ground at Graythorn's feet, "NOW WHAT?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 10, 2021 10:49:01 GMT -5
("paws-it-tively" I like that! Good one!)
Graythorn grinned at the sopping wet cat but decided not to make a comment. (Although a slight snicker did slip out.) He caught the last part of what she said and figured he understood enough. "Lay down here," he said to Raccoonkit, indicating the place with a front paw. Then to Poppymask, he continued, "Place one moss ball on the lump on his head for a few minutes then exchange it for another one. Keep doing that until the lump shrinks down. Hopefully that will relieve the pressure in his ears."
"Wouldn't it have been easier to just stick his head in the water?" Poppymask suggested sarcastically, her tone shifting now to conversational as she grabbed Raccoonkit from the back of his neck and put him into the directed position. He immediately went limp in her grasp without even a hint of disobedience, although he did wince when his mother roughly shoved the first moss ball against his cut.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 26, 2021 17:21:34 GMT -5
"Be gentle with him!" Graythorn meowed urgently. "Head injuries can be made worse if the cat is jarred around. He needs to lay down and keep still at least until the swelling goes down." He hadn't been able to make out all Poppymask had said but from her actions he figured she wasn't happy. He only picked up the words 'wouldn't', 'easier,' and 'water'.
"When the moss gets warm, switch it out with another one," he meowed. "It's the cold that helps take out the swelling."
"This will fix his hearing, RIGHT?" Poppymask asked, emphasizing the last word as she remembered Graythorn was deaf. That of course meant she needed to get louder for him to hear her.
Raccoonkit continued to be a perfect little patient, holding still and only winching whenever his mother started screeching.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Dec 30, 2021 15:53:41 GMT -5
Graythorn narrowed his eyes. He hated not being able to hear. He also hated that another cat so young may have hearing problems for the rest of his life. "There are no guarantees this will work," he growled. "I did all I could to help myself to hear again and you see how far that got!" His tail lashed in anger behind him. Then in a softer tone, he said, "All we can do is wait and see if this will work and Raccoonkit gets better."
Poppymask lashed her little stub of a tail right back at Graythorn, clearly not happy with the answer she had given him. In her head he was a healer that should have had no problem taking care of a little bump on her son's dead. So much for that.
"Whatever, I wish I could say thanks for your help but I don't think I can."
She intentionally turned her head away from her when she spoke, guaranteeing that she couldn't heard him, then settled down next to Raccoonkit and began to lick the moisture off his fur where the moss had leaked.
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