The Fawns bleat and the Shrikes call (Closed)

It had been a few sun-cycles and the she-cat's memories of home slowly drifted away along with her old name, though what Pantherblaze had done to her would forever be etched in her memory. Pushing it to the back of her head, the lily-white she-cat looked around the medicine cats den, she remembered that there was a black and white, sickly tom that was in the same den as her, she hoped to make friends. How do cats make friends when they had no voice? She wasn't sure, this was all so new to the she-kit.

Finding the larger and older tom in his nest, the she-cat tapped his shoulder, hoping she wasn't bothering him too much. 'Hi I'm Fawnkit, what's your name?' was what she intended to say, but all she could pull from her throat was a raspy squeak. She tried her best to look friendly, giving him the best smile she could muster.

Shrikekit lifted his head at the small tap on his shoulder. The tom's yellow eyes soon landed on the small kit that had been saved? a few days ago. He had seen what had gone down, he was in the medicine den when it all happened. Pantherblaze had saved her but the tom couldn't get the she-cats slight rage out of his mind. He felt like his clan mate wasn't telling the whole truth. "What is it Fawnkit?" He asked, noting her friendly composure, but no voice following up. The tom was open to conversation he hoped his body language reflected that.

Fawnkit was almost immediately discouraged, she was so unsure of how to portray that she wanted to hang out? Make a friend? Play a game? Fawnkit harrumphed a bit while she looked around the den, stray bits of moss laying around. Did Skyclan cats even play moss ball? Clumsily the white she-cat papped together a moss ball and passed it to Shrikekit clumsily, tilting her head in question.

Yellow eyes watched her with interest. The almost fully grow tom stayed in his spot as the new kit formed a moss ball. "Oh. I get it." The tom responded. Shrikekit grabbed the ball in his mouth as it was tossed it back to Fawnkit. It felt strange playing kit games.. but he was a kit after all right? He still had the rank.

Fawnkits eyes sparkled as it all seemed to click in the toms head, glee filled every fiber of her small being as she concluded that Skyclan cats did play moss ball! Fawnkit chirped excitedly as it flew over her head, her claws unsheathing as she bounded off after it, skittering as she came to a stop she grasped the moss and threw it with gusto towards Shrikekit her pupils blown wide as she watched it soar and tumble to a stop by his paws. Her whole body shook as her tail lashed, a few more chirps and chatters leaving her mouth as her head ducked and straightened back out everytime the toms breath disturbed the green ball.

The tom didn't have any energy what so ever. He was just playing along but seeing her so excited cause some of his energy to come back. He found it weird only having a one sided conversation but he could tell that she wanted to keep this event going. The black and white tom grabbed the moss ball and tossed it back to her giving her something to chase after a bit. That energy had to go somewhere.