"Sometimes, every one needs a hug" ~ Tactickit

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Tactickit opened her eyes. They were darker but still with a hue of glassy clouds over her eyes. She dragged her leg behind her. Three moons. Three moons since she was ripped apart. Three moons since she got her first taste of cob webs. Three moons since she’d been prying at the cob webs to get them off. Three moons since she’d decided about becoming a medicine cat. Six moons. Six moons since she was born. Sixth moon, the moon she would become an apprentice, unless (of Corse) Devilsoul wasn’t ready for an apprentice, but she’d been his apprentice since she’d hurt her leg.

She glanced around, she saw nothing but she could see the light. Shadows loomed over her head, it was the shadows of other cats. She knew they were there and she could smell them all. She felt a heavy weight become thick over her chest and with a smooth breath she took in and then out, Tactickit was on her feet again. Dragging her leg behind her, the kit walked into the clearing.

’I’ve had enough of this…’ she mumbled. Her leg itched and she couldn’t stand the broom and cobwebs. She herself knew that if she didn’t protect her leg, it would get infected and never come back to its normal state. She also knew that if she continued walking on it, it would probably be soar. She could care less though, and as her stubborn will went, Tactickit went on chewing off the clumps of cobweb.

It wasn’t until much later when Tactickit realized that she’d chewed down to the skin, she stopped and moved all the cobwebs to the side. She quickly buried a hole in the ground and slipped the wet webs inside. Tactickit then covered them up with dirt and walked off. So long as Devilsoul didn’t realize that she had ditched the medical remedies and the medicine cats den, then she was fine.

Tactickit meandered over to the entrance of camp. Her mouth watered, she wanted food, but she certainly didn’t want to get food caught by some one else; she was tired of knowing she could do something for the clan, but not being allowed to do it! Oh how these restrictions pulled and tugged on her fur, oh how these restrictions made her want to become a loner! But wait, she wouldn’t be able to live by herself.

She slipped through the entrance and walked out into the forest, she was blind she couldn’t see, but no one knew this except for Devilsoul. She staggered slowly, each paw hit the new ground softly. This was one of the only times Tactickit had been outside of camp. She’d slipped through, but as a kit she knew she wasn’t allowed to, but she didn’t care, now she slipped through the forest like a lengthy cat, weaving her way past the towering trees, tapping each foot carefully making sure she wouldn’t fall.

There were a few times when she turned her head straight up into the sky, she noticed that the light was decreasing, moonlight would soon be hovering over the green earth, and her nose tingled. She caught a whiff of a hare and a tom cat. Hardsoul. She wrinkled her nose and grunted. Just the cat she needed to bump into. Only a while ago she’d passed by him in the medicine cat’s den, he’d caught an earful of Devilsoul and herself arguing over how she was to stay in the medicine cat’s den.

She decided that the half bridge defiantly wasn’t the right way to go. She turned her head and sniffed around. She could sniff further then other cats simply because she was blind so she knew she was safe sitting where she was. She turned away towards a faint scent. It was quite grotesque. Twoleg scents filled her nose, the six moon old kit climbed up a slippery slope and sat on the edge of what smelled like a horrible strip of land.

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Don't worry, I won't talk.
talonkit

Talonkit quickly stepped to the side of the nursery then toward a little hole he had noticed when he was moping around. He wasn't sure who else knew of it, but it was a great escape route. He had decided to leave camp. He wasn't suppose to, and he knew it too but that was his decision.

He had had enough! Talonkit had tried to start another conversation again today with no luck. The cat couldn't understand what he was saying and the kit got so frustrated that he ran away in disgust. Why couldn't he just talk? Talk. It is so easy.

He lifted his orange head to the sky, then he looked around him. There were so many trees around, he never imagined this many. Was this all Shadowclan? Everyone told him that he was born outside of camp but he didn't remember and this was the first time he had ever left since then.

Talonkit picked up his pace. He had no idea where he was going but he was hoping wherever he went he would leave behind his own voice and get a new one. His nose caught a sent. Another kit. He tried to smell even more but he couldn't figure out who it was, just that it was a kit that he shared the nursery with. He began to follow the path.

A horrible smell hit Talonkit's nose but he could still smell the kit so he went closer. Then he spotted her. She was a calico cat with one black ear showing her presence. Talonkit recognized her as Tactickit. He didn't know her very well, they must have kept their paths separate.

Talonkit trotted up toward the kit. He wanted to call out but he was afraid of what he voice would sound like. So instead he just approached the kit from behind taking the risk that he would scare her because she didn't know she was there. He got closer until he was right next to her. He looked at her with his green eyes and opened his mouth to say something. He shut it again, not wanting to say anything unless she talked to him.

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Sounds. Footsteps. Paw steps. Light, Feathery, young paw steps. A kit. She growled. The young she-cat lifted her head and tasted the air, far before the tom had probably even noticed she was there. An advantage to being blind? Your senses were keen, and that often helped the medicine cat apprentice. She grunted. Tactickit churned her paws in the dirt.

No one knew she was blind except Devilsoul, her mentor, but that was to be expected from her mentor no? He knew her well, and he knew all of her injuries better. She grunted again. Why? Why did he know and not the others. Was she that good at hiding her disabilities after six moons of life? Were her senses so keen that it was hard to even tell she was blind? Or did they think she just had poor vision. At least they thought she had some vision.

The kit behind her was Talonkit. A scent she recognized but a kit she did not. Roaming around camp all day, not allowed to leave the medicine cats den because of a crippled bleeding, flesh wound, made you sniff out every possible scent, just to keep you sane on the inside. Just to keep you sane, and yet she herself wasn’t too sane.

She sniffed his scent and turned her head in his direction. Her eyes seemed to fall on his own, as if she were looking directly at him, like any other cat, but she quickly turned her head to face the ground in front of her paws. She wondered what he looked like, there was no definite answer, she knew he was clean by smell, and she knew his fur was sleek, she knew every thing about him except for the specific looks. She moaned on the inside.

Probably not missing much. she thought silently. She chuckled and looked up back at the sky. For some reason she knew what the sky looked like. She couldn’t see anything other then the sky, it was blue, she knew from words, with puffy white clouds, but what did this color blue look like? What was the color blue? Was it the color of her pelt? Could she be blue? Could the grass be red? Even though she knew it was green she didn’t know what the color green looked like.

She often reverted to listening on in conversations so she could make up stories of what she was looking at so as not to make the other cats so suspicious. She listened as he sat down, she heard his jaws open and then close. “The sky is blue.” She mewed. “So clear and clean.” She chuckled. “Why don’t you talk about the sky?”

She wondered why the tom never spoke when she heard him near other cats, apparently he couldn’t speak to well, but Tactickit with her keen sense of hearing could probably decipher what he was saying. She could pick up the minute sound and easily make it so that she understood. Her eyes drifted, their glassy composure seeming like a glare from the sun had hit them the wrong way. Where you normally see a clear layer from the side, hers seemed like a cloud, a glassy fog.

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Don't worry, I won't talk.
talonkit.

Talonkit watched Tactickit. He tried to remember what he knew of her. She was the medicine cat apprentice, or would be. She had some sort of injury, right? He wasn't too sure so he wasn't going to assume anything. He would just play his cards as they came.

He wasn't going to admit to his fault. To be the best warrior you didn't have any faults so he wasn't going to say what his biggest one was. He had a feeling that something was up with Tactickit but he wasn't going to ask as long as she didn't ask about him.

“The sky is blue.” Talonkit turned his head slightly so he could see both the sky and the kit. That was a strange statement. Declarative. “So clear and clean.” Again, a fairly obvious comment but he wasn't going to say anything. Then came the question. “Why don’t you talk about the sky?” It caught him off guard so he answered right away, "Bhy loulllld e? WWhiita'splt oss eciial out thheyy siiy?"

[/i] That came out all wrong. His defensive, "Why should I? What's so special about the sky" was completely disfigured resulting in him wrinkling up his nose and shutting his mouth in disgust.

Upset with how his words came out he stared straight in front of him, pouting, missing the way her eyes looked as the sun hit them. They were both kits who weren't suppose to be out of camp, and upset with themselves. They made a pretty odd pair.[/blockquote]

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[| I'll reply ASAP, sorry that I've taken sooooooooo long! -slams head on the ground.- My band just came back from a week and a half long tour and I'm museless but I'll try! I promise! |]

"Why should you? Why shouldn’t you!" she let out a heavy breath. "At least…" she mumbled something low under her breath. "Well, I can talk about the sky and be so completely fascinated with it and yet you, who can be so fortunate to see it, can only stare at it and ask what's so special. I've kept it a secret most of my life, who'd want me if I'd told them, hopefully by now they realize I'm a bit useful…"

She trailed off and looked up at the sky, not seeing anything. "You see, kit, I'm blind… almost completely, I can barely see things, and even they are so blurry their mixed together… I guess it would be like… taking the same image ten times and making them all blurry and then making them all off center. Either way, it's completely useless and it helps none… I was working on not telling any one for when I came the best warrior they've ever seen, but since then well… this." she lifted her carefully bandaged leg slightly in the air. "Well, you see, I'll never be able to be a warrior, but at least I could help the clan by becoming a medicine cat, Devilsoul could tell I was bl-" her words were cut off by a strange sound.

Tactickits ears flickered forward as she saw light beam into her lifeless eyes. The acidic scent grew stronger and her nose bunched up. She coughed and wheezed smelling and hearing the awful sounds rear their ugly heads before any other could. Being blind gave you such advantage, she didn't want any one to know but it didn't matter, the thing was speeding faster and faster and within seconds it flashed passed them.

Mud spattered up and speckled her pelt with sickening flavored mud and liquid that could easily kill any cat. She scrunched up her nose and coughed some more. "M-Monsters…" she coughed again, she heard more speeding forward and she darted into the bush behind them. She coughed some more. "My throat hurts!" she limped out of the bushes as two more passed. She had since brushed her leg against the nearest tree.

"Oh Darn it!" she hissed as she felt the blood trickle down her leg. "Devilsoul's going to kill me! Expect me to be a medicine cat when all I'm doing is injuring myself further! Why did I have to be cursed with this leg huh? Why! Oh!" she moaned as she shuffled her feet across the ground clumsily. She growled deep within her own breath.

She flicked her ears slightly agitated before sitting back down. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting my rump out of this mess of monsters and beastly bushes!" she grunted again and walked on limping.. she only wished she could spot cobwebs, then, maybe, she could wrap her own wound and make it just the way Devilsoul had. She'd felt him do it many times already, so why not? Why couldn't she? She turned to the tom cat next to her. "Help me find Cobwebs." she grunted.

Just when she'd finished arguing that she was able to do everything without eye site, she found something she couldn't… cobwebs made no sound, and had no smell… She'd never be able to find them… so what did that mean for her? That she'd have no assistance for the rest of her life and would always have to keep cobwebs close.

[|Sorry it took so long, and sorry it was so bad for such a long wait... I dunno why, but Darkriver kinda sucked my muse from me, but after this past week I regained it a bit... |]

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She understood. Wasn't it amazing when you realized that you weren't alone in the world? That at least someone understood you and would listen? Talonkit was so thrilled at that moment that he forgot all about everything and he could barely even register the words that she said afterwards.

She was right though. Why shouldn't he talk about the sky? But then she started in on some long talk. Who said that kits didn't know what they were talking about? Then he crinkled his nose again and talked this time not afraid that she wouldn't understand him because he had just saw that she could, "E ting tou ari uefilll."[/i] He opened his mouth to say more but was cut short by the blinding light. He

[[okay I started this post but I have no muse right to finish it. ]]