she'll leave you // SPEECHLESS. windclan.

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1. Unable to speak, esp. as the temporary result of shock or some strong emotion.

2. Unable to be expressed in words.

Cat's Name:

Speechkit - Speechpaw - Speechless

Clan:

Windclan

Age:

Thirty-five moons

Gender:

She-cat

Rank:

Warrior

Personality:

You wouldn't believe me if I told you she couldn't speak. That is because she can; however, she prefers not to. The reason? Well, let's just say some past experiences as a young, foolish apprentice left her fearing her voice. She doesn't yowl, growl, meow, or even hiss. A purr may come forth, but nothing more. If she bares her fangs in the form of a cat hissing, just pretend she is. It's like a game of charades when it comes to understanding her. But, actions speak louder than words. Why would she need to use her voice, then? Sure, there's always telling someone they are about to charge headfirst into danger, but she can always just fluff out her fur and block their path. It takes someone very close to her to be able to 'read her mind', if you will. That is why she seems a bit closed off, sticking close to her family. They understand.

Other than the fact that it is very hard to understand her or get truly close to her, Speechless is a gentle soul. She isn't one to leap into a fight, yet she is also one to turn into a 'mother bear' when those she holds close to her heart are threatened. her actions are graceful and swift, and a twoleg might compare her to a ballerina dancing across the stage. Even though her name is to show that she doesn't speak, it also means that she literally will leave one speechless. Whether it be by her beauty, the mysterious air that can be found around her, or by the fact that she can just 'appear' out of nowhere. She has left many speechless before, and the look on their faces never gets old.

A loyal she-cat, Speechless would give her life to her clan. She may not be able to alert the leader or deputy of danger with words, but a quick little body language translation from her mother or siblings will do the trick. When it comes to a clan being split, she has a horrible time choosing a side. Thus, she tends to stay neutral--or at least try to be--during those times.

Family:

INDIGODANCE - mother - seventy-two moons - warrior - alive
STAGGERBREATH - father - fifty moons at death - deceased
RIPPLEPOOL - sister - thirty-five moons - warrior - alive
RACCOONPAW - little brother - ten moons - apprentice - alive
EARTHPAW - little sister - ten moons - apprentice - alive

History:

The life of a kit was always something that cats enjoyed. The days were worry and job free, and they were always filled with adventures, even if it was simply going to pester the Elders for stories. Speechkit and her sister, Ripplekit, were the only two to survive in her mother's first litter. The other two who were suppose to have been there were stillborn, thus they never had the chance to see the light of day. She and her sister were always sticking close to their mother and father. They were practically glued to them. They never really interacted with the other kits, though Speechkit would always make up some story to entertain them whenever the other kits actually tried to get them to talk to them. Riddlekit would also put in her input, but Speechkit seemed to have things covered.

The pair were apprentices before they knew it. They became Speechpaw and Ripplepaw. Their 'sticking together like glue' thing sort of broke apart as they had to busy themselves with their training. Speechpaw was quick to learn while Ripplepaw had slight trouble. Though, this was probably because her mind was focused on all the toms in the clan. Such a typical 'teenage' she-cat. When they turned only nine moons of age, an accident occurred during a training session. Well, more like a dog occurred. Speechpaw and her mentor were out doing the usual train sessions, working on new moves and perfecting old ones. A bark sounded from the distance, and the pair were instantly on guard.

Ears perked, bodies low, and eyes peering through the heather, they waited for any other sound, be it a bark, a growl, or the heavy, thrashing footfall of a canine. Minutes passed. Nothing came. Speechpaw dropped her guard, though her mentor didn't. They went back to work on the training, Speechpaw doing what she was suppose to while her mentor only half paid attention, the other half spent on the look out for the dog. The sun started to set, so the pair decided to call it quits. Her mentor had long since dropped his guard, and they both started to head back to camp.

You know, those dogs are smarter than the cats make them out to be, especially those herding dogs. With the felines having their tails up, it was as if they were beacons. A large, black and white form downwind crouched low to the ground, inching up toward the pair of cats. They scented the dog only when it was too late. The Shepherd was only a few feet away before bolting up and at the cats. (Lazy moment) A long, painful battle ended with the dog leaving its 'chew toys' due to a Twoleg calling it back. Both bleeding heavily, they limped back to the camp.

Said camp was in an uproar when they arrived back, and they were instantly taken to the Medicine Cat. Her mentor didn't make it, yet she did only by holding on to the string that was keeping her alive. However, it wasn't like she healed in a few days. No, she was stuck in the Medicine Cat's den for three moons healing, thus putting her behind in her training. The dog had snapped at her throat, tearing out the skin and fur. Thankfully, the wound wasn't as bad as it looked. It only damaged her vocal cords, something that the Medicine Cat didn't know how to fix. Once her skin healed, a large scar was left. However, once her fur grew back as well, the scar was completely hidden.

Speechpaw didn't speak after that day. She was afraid that her vocal cords would be injured more, and, even if they did somehow heal, she was afraid her voice would be too horrible to actually listen to or make any words out of what she said. When she was released from the Medicine Cat's care, she went back to training. For some reason, she was able to become a warrior with her sister, even after the three moon hiatus. When she asked the leader about it (well, more like when she got her sister to ask about it), he said it was because fighting off a dog and living was enough to prove how far she had progressed. Speechpaw--no--Speechless didn't argue. It wasn't like she could anyway.

(Blah, laziness time!) As the moons passed, her mother had another litter, and her father died soon after. The two kits who came from her mother's current litter were Raccoonkit and Earthkit. They soon became apprentices. And, that is where her story leaves off.

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