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The young tom had been a little shaky since he and his Clanmates had ended up in SunClan. It felt like only yesterday he had still been a kit, only a couple moons before that only a kittypet. Now he was caught up as a prisoner. He had slowly started to acclimate to his new surroundings, taking advantage of the opportunity to learn. This was just another problem to solve, a problem that could be solved faster the more he knew about his Clan’s captors. SunClan really was a fascinating place, with a God that intrigued him as much as StarClan had when his mother told him the stories and rules he was eager to figure out how to navigate with. However, SunClan wasn’t the only thing that intrigued him about this situation. He had stuck close to his Clanmates for most of their imprisonment thus far, especially around his mentor, but the other Clan that had been captured alongside them was an interesting bunch. He had only watched DayClan from afar so far, but now he was interested in getting to know one of their numbers.
Whitepaw was too young, too fresh to apprenticehood to really know which cat was which. He didn’t know who DayClan’s former? leader was, only barely recognizing who the other Clan’s medicine cat was based on a few questions to his Clanmates. It was almost pure luck that he happened to approach Vixenpaw, tuft of a tail sticking up in an attempt at cautious friendliness. It was their close age that drew Whitepaw to her, a similarity that he hoped would make her more open to friendly conversation. He approached from behind, not realizing that the she-cat wouldn’t be able to hear his approach. He reached out a gentle paw, brushing it lightly against Vixenpaw’s side. He waited a moment, making sure he had been noticed before he chirped out, “Hey, I’m Whitepaw. From SpringClan.” If he thought about it he might’ve tried to introduce himself as Fawnheart’s apprentice, but he didn’t consider any significance a cat from another Clan would find in that detail. Instead he only asked, “What’s your name?” a careful smile crossing his face.
After learning some SpringClan symbols from Softpelt, Vixenpaw was focusing on trying to replicate some of them. Though she knew what they meant, she still couldn't draw them any better. She stiffened when someone brushed up against her in a friendly way. The scent on the cat cold her it was a DayClan cat and a tom, and possibly the medicine cat apprentice, if the can't scent of herbs clinging to his pelt were any indication. She looked up at him just in time for her to see him ask her name.
She debated ignoring him, but upon getting a better look at him, she realized he was about the same age as her. "Vixenpaw." She said, suddenly unsure of how loud she was actually speaking. "What about you? What's your name?"
His head tipped to the side in confusion, the expression clear in his mismatched eyes. "Whitepaw," he repeated. "Like I just said." Did she just not hear him or something? After a moment a spark of realization struck the young tom. He never met any sort of cat like this, but his mother had told him of a cat that lived a few nests down from their own who couldn't hear a thing. His mother said it was because the tom was so old that his ears had started to fail, but he wondered if this cat, despite being so young, might be the same way.
Leaning a little bit towards Vixenpaw, he half-raised a paw with a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment he lifted the paw high enough to press one ear flat against his head, at the same time asking, "Do your ears work?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice, though obviously Vixenpaw wouldn't be able to pick up on that. Any hearing cat might think he was making a sarcastic or insulting comment about the fact that they missed his offered name, but he was genuinely curious if the she-cat could hear. It would certainly be interesting to him if she was since he'd never directly encountered a cat like that before.
