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Vixenpaw hated it in the SunClan camp. She hated it. It wasn't familiar to her, and the cats treated her differently than they did in her own clan. It felt crowded, with three clans living in one place. Would they ever go home? The deaf apprentice suppressed a shiver. Of course they would be back in their own camps soon. She wasn't even sure what her role was supposed to be. Was she supposed to still be learning how to heal? She hadn't seen Flyingcolors in days, and she wasn't sure if she should ask the Soothsayer. Though she'd heard that SunClan's "medicine cat" didn't actually know any herbs and instead focused on interpreting signs and that the healing actually fell on the Leader. Did that mean she had to ask the one who'd forced DayClan to relocate -- no matter how temporarily -- for help? The deaf apprentice didn't like that idea anymore than she liked thinking about approaching the Soothsayer.
Softpelt Sighed, The White Fluffy Springclan Cat Warrior padded around trying to assist her clanmates and fellow prisoners. It broke her heart at the lack of any kittens or queens in sight.
The former teacher wished she'd been able to do better to help them.
As she checked on her fellows she noticed Vixenpaw looking lost. The fluffy white she cat padded over to her.
She wasnt SpringClan, but shed seen her by the DayClan cats.
"Are you all right?" Softpelt asked gently coming up to Vixenpaw.
Vixenpaw jumped slightly as the SpringClan cat approached her. At least it wasn't a SunClan cat coming up to be rude. The apprentice shook her head at the older cat, not completely sure of her name. She hoped she got what the SpringClan cat had asked. While she hadn't had a chance to learn her herbs, at all, she had been trying to get better at reading other's lips and felt she was making decent progress. "I want to go home." she whispered, her stomach clenching. Tears started to fill her eyes. I'm barely an apprentice. I miss my family. Where are they? Where is Flyingcolors? she thought miserably.
Vixenpaw didn't care that the she-cat was SpringClan. She dug her head in Softpelt's shoulder and tried to stop the tears that wanted to fall. "When?" When will we get to go home? When will everything return to normal? She took comfort in Softpelt trying to make her feel better.
Softpelt welcomed the younger cat. Her motherly instincts taking hold and she held the young cat close. "I wish i knew. But its going to be okay," She assured Vixenpaw. She gave her a gentle lick on the head like she would her own daughter when Inksplash had been younger.
Vixenpaw could feel the words rumbling in Softpelt's chest and assumed it was the older she-cat saying that she didn't know, either. That made the longing to return home worsen and she wasn't able to stop her tears.
Seeing the young she cat's crying worsen Softpelt held her tighter.
She had no words of comfort but perhaps a distraction could help. She'd been a teacher. Maybe she could distract the younger cat's suffering with a lesson. She pulled back to look at her. "I don't know when we can leave... but in the meanwhile how bout I teach you a few things?" She glanced around. There wasn't much plant life around, and as it was leafbare, there was very few blooms in sight. So the language of flowers was out. Which was disappointing it was a harmless thing to teach and it might've raised the young cats spirits a little.
"I could teach you SpringClan's written language," Softpelt offered. She stepped back and then scratched at the dirt for a moment. Leaving a few markings in the ground. "See," She gestured with her tail, "It's a simple phrase, it's 'friend' and that swipe curling towards me is identifying me as a friend to you. Typically it's used to identify friend or foe in case we're doing a sneaking mission." She meowed. "I tend to start out with simple short phrases for the kits, and I'm sure there's no harm in teaching you a few of the markings too."
Vixenpaw almost cried out when Softepelt stepped back, the movement coming out of nowhere for her. She hadn't been paying attention to the rumbling of words from the SpringClan cat, instead having focused on trying to make her tears stop. Which they wouldn't, no matter how much she begged them to.
She didn't want others to think she was frightened -- which she defiantly was. They'd make fun of her, and they could because she wouldn't be able to keep up with the conversation. Or know what they were saying if their back was turned to her.
The deaf apprentice shivered, trying to focus on what the older she-cat was saying. No matter how much she thought she'd progressed in lipreading, she still couldn't keep up with long sentences.
Especially when there were words she didn't understand or know. As she puzzled over what written and language meant, she saw Softpelt make a gestor towards the symbol in the dirt. That was added to the things she puzzled over and missed the rest of what the SpringClan warrior said.
After deciding she couldn't figure it out, she looked up at the warrior with a tilt of her head. She didn't notice that her tears, in her confusion, had stopped.
Softpelt noticed Vixenpaw’s confusion. Perhaps she’d talked a bit too fast?
“Oh I’m sorry, was a bit too enthusiastic. I’ll slow it down,” Softpelt straightened up. “So most cats speak,” she lifted a paw to touch the corner of her mouth. “Or we make gestures,” she said gesturing with her paw to her lifted tail. “This would be a leader’s signal for attention.” She mimed the appearance of attention. The kits had liked her gestures so perhaps this young cat would as well.
“This is me Speaking, but with marks on the ground.” She gestured to the ground. “This sweep mark towards me, is saying this marking refers to me, and that symbol.” She gestured with her paw to the symbol. “Means friends,” Softpelt couldn’t think of a gesture for that so she touched her firepaws together. “So all together it means, I,” she gestured to herself “am your” she gestured to Vixenpaw, “Friend,” she placed her paws together. “Does that make sense?” She asked setting her paws back down and looking at Vixenpaw.
Vixenpa watched Softpelt's movements and was pleased that she could watch the she-cats movements and read what she was saying. Maybe it was because the warrior was talking slow enough for her to follow each time she moved. Once Softpelt was finished explaining, Vixenpaw studied the marking. She wondered why that particular symbol meant friend, and how the addition of an sweeping mark translated to 'we are friends'. She tried to copy the markings, but was disappointed when it looked more like a blob than what Softpelt's symbol looked like. She frowned at the blob-looking thing. She wondered if that meant something specific to a SpringClan cat or if it was nothing. She looked back up at the warrior, as if to ask a question she didn't wish to voice.
