{Listen} to the {Silent} Plea of {{Beauty}}

[Pantherclaw]

Listen to the Silent Plea of Beauty...

Silent. Steps, heart, voice, plea; everything was silent. The blood-red sunset making the young feline's fur flame an exhilarating golden color. Her bright, golden eyes, dulled and clouded with her unusual nonexpressive expression of confusion and oblivion. No one was there to guide her when she was a kit, and now no one was here to guide her as an apprentice. There were so many around her happy, and encouraging, but, in her current state of oblivion, how could she see this?
Her slim form seemed to glide towards the entrance. She was always out of camp, away from others, but it wasn't as if she was thinking, trying to find out why she was so different, no, she had given up on that many moons ago. No, she sat there for hours, staring at nothing, completely oblivious to anything or anyone around her.
She paused, at the edge of the entrance, something stroking her mind.
I'm useless. her voice, her only voice, said within her mind. I do nothing for this clan. the thought was clear and spoken with dull intensity. I'm just a dead weight. At least I don't eat much, I don't lower their preypile. It would be better if I left.

[>>[S]ilver]

The little gray kitten yawned and streched, the sunlight warm on her lavander-sented pelt. She opened blue and silver speckled eyes to the morning, and spotted a young rustet apprentice she really had never spoken to. She smiled, and suddenly eager and full of life, she bounced out of the nursery.

Lavanderkit bounced over to Silentpaw. Hiya! She mewled loudly, sittting down and looking up with wide eyes at the older she-cat. Why do you look so sad?

[Pantherclaw]

The young apprentices eyes, looked down at the kit, she, herself was not all that much bigger than the kit. Her tail flicked, touching the pups hackles, her ears twitched. She shook her head. She could not speak, she could not explain her silence, she could not tell the pup why she was not speaking to her.
She sat down, her tail wrapped around her paws. She looked around the clearing, looking for someone who had a voice, someone different than her, one who could explain. She saw no one, and she shrugged.
This was a problem for her daily. If someone young and nieve tried to speak to her, she could not explain why she did not speak back. She also didn't have a friend who understood her when she tried to explain something that was hurting her.

[Hawkfeather]

The golden brown tabby padded to the fresh-kill pile, dropping down a thrush. With a flick of his tail, Whisperfall padded over to Silentpaw and Lavanderkit, ears twitching. He was just in time to hear Lavanderkit's question.

As usual, when he approached Silentpaw, Whisperfall felt a sense of unease. His fur prickled. Silentpaw was just so....different. She was colder, for one thing, and she never spoke. Whisperfall spent much time pondering the mysteries all around him, and Silentpaw was a puzzle that he could never unravel.

"Silentpaw. Lavanderkit." The young warrior greeted the two, with a slight dip of his head. He turned to Lavanderkit. "Silentpaw can't speak. Or won't." He explained. After all, he had heard Silentpaw speak at her apprentice ceremony.

"I suppose you won't tell me which one it is?" He asked Silentpaw, making an attempt to sound light-hearted. He had always been....fascinated by the she-cat, and attracted to her. He didn't want to offend.

[Pantherclaw]

I cannot speak. I don't know how to tell you... I don't know how to tell you: I don't know how. Those two words... I've been trying my whole life to say them again. I cannot. Her voice was an odd insanity and hopelessness as it was at her apprentice ceremony; the first time, and last time, she ever spoke, but, unlike the ceremony, this was a younger voice, one of a young cat: it was her voice. She didn't understand why this warrior was suspicious, but she also couldn't understand how she said those two words. Was it spiritual? Afterall, when she said those two words, they were not those of a kit, but those of a much older cat, as if one from StarClan.
She shook her head, not knowing how to tell the tom. She good-heartedly, though it was false, flicked his chest and shrugged.
Why have I never spoken my voice? I have only spoken another's, why not my own? Why is my heart so much slower, why is my temperature so much colder? Why am I alone in this world of cats, alone to fend by myself in this cold, cold worlld? her voice was desperate, and, as always, only she could hear it. I'm alone. All alone, with no one here to fend with. Why?

[>>[S]ilver]

Lananderkit got the strange feeling that this young cat was trying to tell them something. She didn't know what that was exactly, but she got this feeling ... She saw the way he was watching her, like he was facinated. Do you like Silentpaw, Whispervoice? The gray kitten asked un an undertone, looking at him with curoisity. She smiled, wondering if she was right. Then, she looked to Silentpaw. It must be so hard not to be able to talk, Silentpaw. Is it frustrating? She asked, sitting down and curling her tail over her front paws.

[Pantherclaw]

Something dimmed in Silentpaw's eyes as the kit asked of the feeling. It was true; it was very frustrating when you wanted to argue, or clarifye and you couldn't. It must be so frustrating to talk to a cat who can't talk. So boring, I would guess. her voice was the emotion she spoke of: frustrated. Isn't anybody going to listen to my story, but who is here to listen to it well? No one can understand me, not one person, so who is here that I can try to tell? her eyes were desperate, just as her voice was.
No one, no one, no one... to share my fears and strengths. No one, no one, no one... to listen to me when I'm feeling bad.
She was different then everyone, and she didn't like it.

[Hawkfeather]

"It's Whisperfall." The young warrior told the kit, blushing furiously under his fur. It was obvious that he deliberately sidestepped the question. He looked straight ahead, his green eyes unblinking, staring at a leaf on the ground, trying to make his heartbeat slow down.

Then he cast a worried glance at Silentpaw. Whisperfall was a perceptive young tom. He could clearly see the desparation in Silentpaw's eyes. Lavanderkit's questions was probably making the silent apprentice uncomfortable. He had half a mind to tell Lavanderkit off, but for what?

Asking a few questions?
Nah.

She has a right to be curious. She's too young, she doesn't know. Whisperfall told himself. All the same, he felt a touch of irritation at the young kit.

[>>[S]ilver]

Lavanderkit giggled and looked from Whisperfall to Silentpaw. Your right. She said to him. I know you can't reply, Silentpaw, but I know somethings wrong, and I wish I could help you. She said sorrfully. she hated it when she couldn't help. It was so annoying. She looked meaningfully at Silentpaw, eyes sad, and padded away, long puffy tail streaming out behind her as she picked up speed.

[Pantherclaw]

Silentpaw shrugged. She wished she had someone who could understand her without her having to do an hour-long charade just to tell them one word. She sighed, eyes dimming, becoming their usual expressionless gaze. Someone had noticed her desperate plea, though she had said nothing, but they could do nothing to answer the plea. It was gone, she was alone. For a brief second she thought she had someone who understood.
She's a pup... a voice reminded her, the same older, adult voice that was not her own. The cat of the skies was watching her, guarding her, being her guardian. She had a guardian angel.
She lowered her head, and her ears pinned to her head with anxiety and depression. Her eyes glistened with tears in the desperation. She was alone again.
Stop getting hopeful. You have always been alone, and you will always be alone. this was her voice. Her trouble, desperate voice.
Not true. this was not her own thoughts.

[>>[S]ilver]

[[- can I make a mate for her? -]]

[Pantherclaw]

[[ ha, no, I let my cats find mates through RP. If you want to make a male that she may fall in love with that would be fine, but I can't promise you anything. ]

[Hawkfeather]

I wish I can help too. Only, I can't. Whisperfall murmured silently, his green eyes even more thoughtful that normal. Things seemed so much simpler when he was a kit. That time seemed seemed so far away.

"Let's go after her." Whisperfall suggested, nodding at the direction Lavanderkit had ran off in. Perhaps this would give him a chance to know Silentpaw better.

[Pantherclaw]

Silentpaw seemed to nod slightly, but it may have been hard to see. She padded slowly towards the direction of the kit, head low. Her eyes seemed not to be fixed on where the kit has gone, yet they were. It seemed she was staring past it. Thinking? Or was she back into her state of oblivion?
Thinking.
This is so wrong. she said, gasping, Suddenly someone notices me? Thats weird!
Be grateful... of course, it was the adult voice.
Yeah... I guess I could change my life. This could be good.. she thought, decided whether or not this was true.
What if someone gets hurt...
Thats ridculous. It was the adult voice, of course.

[!~[B]rightie~!]

Quietly, a cat slivered through the over-grown weeds that surrounded the camp. Not a sound could be heard from the male cat. His fur was blindingly white. The cat smelled faintly of ThunderClan an faintly of metal. He was not well known among these cats. He was a part of them. He had just joined the clan a couple of moons ago. When he was four moons old he had joined. Now, seven moons, he knew everyone. He knew almost none of their names though. His world was his. He was his own. Stuck in a world of silence.

The white tom padded up to the small group of cats. His face was expressionless until his eyes. His eyes were filled with confusion and hope. Hope that he could find someone he could understand. He could speak and, his voice was melodic and beautiful. His conversations were limited. He could never understand what the other cats were saying to say something back. His lip reading was very limited. He was not all that good at it. Unless, cats really enunciated their talk. Even then it was hard.

The cat, Dragonpaw, padded up quietly to where a kit had just darted.. He was unfocused and staring almost through the air in front of him. He was again, in his own world. His eyes, that were each half blue and half green, focused on something not there. He sat their like that, until he managed to look up. He saw another apprentice coming toward him. Just by the look of her, he could tell.
' The population in the world I am in is not just one... It's two.' Dragonpaw thought to himself as his still slightly unfocused eyes met Silentpaw's.