Meeting someone new (Tagged)

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Cloudpaw looked up as Badgerpaw set the thrush down in front of her. Without hesitation, she bit into the prey. This wasn't nearly as dusty, and the taste was rather good. She smiled, enjoying the lesson, the freshkill, and just being with another cat instead of off to the side, alone like usual.

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Eating the dusty crow, Badgerpaw thought for a second that, for a deaf cat, Cloudpaw seemed...Cheerful. He always had felt useless due to his small size, and he usually was very pessimistic about it. Seeing her made him feel a little guilty about it.

Yeah, he had to start to change for the better. If she can do, so can I.

He finished his bird, coughing out the dust. He waited for Cloudpaw to finish eating as well, and then maybe they would continue with the lessons about the names of the prey. He liked feeling useful.

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Cloudpaw finally finished her prey and started grooming her sleek white fur, watching Badgerpaw as she did so in case he had anything to say. She didn't like to miss it when cats spoke to her.

[Eveningbreeze]

Badgerpaw sat there as Cloudpaw started grooming, but soon got a little nervous when he noticed she was watching her. Even if she had a reason, being watched woke up the shy part of him.

He turned to the fresh-kill pile once again, searching for something new to show her.

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Cloudpaw stood up and padded after him towards the freshkill pile. Then something caught her eye. Somehow, a red flower had managed to push its way up through the thin layer of powdery snow.

She bounded towards it excitedly. She loved flowers! And the color of bright red against a background of blank white made it stand out beautifully. She sniffed at it happily. She wanted to tug it up and keep it with her forever, but she had tried that before and knew that it would just die. So she had to be content with seeing it now.

"Flower!" she mewed over her shoulder to Badgerpaw.

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Badgerpaw picked a sparrow, but it seemed she had found something better. He sighed and dropped the bird, then padded towards her.

He nodded: Yeah, that was a flower...What knowledge could he taught her about with that?

"Red flower..."-He mewed, wondering if she knew the name of the colors-"Red".

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Cloudpaw turned to see if Badgerpaw had heard her and watched him pad towards her. He said something, and as she watched, she thought it had something to do with the flower.

Wait, it was a flower, right?

Then she remembered her lesson earlier about the crow and thrush both being birds. Was this "red" a type of flower?

"Red," she repeated.

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Badgerpaw nodded, and there was quick thought in his mind about how it was a possibility that he was getting more progress in Cloudpaw's learning that his father.

Of course, it was a silly thought.

He took a feather of the crow and dropped it next to the flower. "Black"-He said, pointing to the feather, and then repeated the word 'Red' with the flower, so she would understand that he was talking about the colors. He didn't wanted to take responsibility if his father took notice that his apprentice was calling the flowers 'red'.

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Cloudpaw cocked her head to one side, trying to understand. She knew what "black" was, but why was he comparing it to red? What exactly was red?

The she realized it made sense. Maybe. She just had to test it out.

Cloudpaw frantically searched around the camp and finally found something that would work. A red bird was perched on a branch above their heads.

"Bird," she mewed, trying to bring his attention to the bird. "Red," she added, waiting to see if she was correct. If she was, this was a new discovery. She wondered if there was a words for "red" and "black" and other words like that.

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Badgerpaw looked up and saw the bird of red feathers in the branch. Then he looked back at Cloudpaw and gave her a smile of approval.

He thought that maybe he could keep telling her about the colors, since she seemed to find it interesting. And no one understood better the feeling of curiosity than him. He picked a green leaf.

"Green"-He started. This could go on until one of them got bored.

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"Gween," Cloudpaw mewed, attempting the new word. Is that what that thing was called? Green? Greens were everywhere! She could definitely use that word.

"Gween," she repeated, happily pouncing on the leaf.

[Eveningbreeze]

(OOC: They are such a pair of dorks!)

Badgerpaw, not understanding that she had understood the true meaning of the word wrong, corrected her pronunciation. "Green"-He repeated more slowly, to see if she said it best this time.

Meanwhile, Starlingstrike padded towards the fresh-kill pile to pick a sparrow, but saw his son and his apprentice talking not faraway from it. He thought about going with them, but instead he stayed near to listen, careful that none of the two saw him. He was curious about his son's behavior.

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Cloudpaw cocked her head to one side. She must have said it wrong. Determined to correct herself, she repeated the word.

"Green," she tried again, pointing at the leaf. Happy to learn such a common word, she happily ran around the clearing, pouncing on leaves, most of which were brown with the cold of leaf bare.

"Green," she mewed again, racing over to Badgerpaw, eager to learn even more words.

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Badgerpaw was a little confused that she was pointing at the brown leaves. Maybe he needed to explain a little better.

He searched on the fresh-kill pile for a bird with green feathers. "Green"-He said, pointing to it. Later, he pointed to the grass. "Grass, green"-He mewed, then picked the bird once again- "Bird, green".

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Cloudpaw cocked her head to one side. Wait, had she misunderstood? She looked at the bird, then at the grass, trying to understand.

Then she realized that this was just like red and black. It wasn't the thing itself, but something that described the thing. Green.

"Green," she repeated confidently. She pointed at the grass, then the bird, then the leaf. Then, to doubly make sure she understood, she found a moss ball in the clearing and dragged it over to Badgerpaw.

"Green," she repeated around a mouthful of moss.

"Green, black, red," she mewed, comparing this new word to others like it.

Now that she understood, she realized that there were many more of these... these words to describe things. She wondered what their names were. Cloudpaw padded over to a brown bird and brought it back to Badgerpaw. but she wasn't finished. No, she wanted to learn lots of colors at once to avoid confusion. She dragged a gray mouse over as well, along with a purple flower, which she split into its purple petals and yellow middle. Satisfied for the moment, she gazed at Badgerpaw, hoping he understood what she wanted to know.