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The orange tabby looked up when she heard somebody coming out from the apprentice's den. The scent of Blindpaw hit her nose and she allowed a small smile to crawl along her lips, though he couldn't see her she was very happy to see him. She was one of the few clan mates that had welcomed him in while others treated him as an outcast. A few times she stood up for him, but he still didn't seem to find her as a friend, hopefully that would change real soon. Stretching the she-cat stood up from her spot and walked over towards the young apprentice, making sure to make plenty of nose so that he could hear her walking and not having to strain his ears to tell who or what was approaching him. Refusing to allow him a chance to guess or announce her name she spoke out to him first. "Hello Blindpaw." Even though he couldn't see, she honestly didn't like his name, it was just so cruel to name such a young kit that.

Gingertail had been one of the cats on the patrol, she was thirteen moons old when she had found Blindpaw and had been the one to suggest bringing him back into camp. Though she wasn't the one to watch Blindpaw in the nursery, she had surprisingly chosen to keep a close eye on him when she was still in camp.
Deep down, Gingertail hoped that someday she'd get an apprentice and he'd be just like Blindpaw or herself, born outside of the clan. Gingertail sat down in front of Blindpaw, "Would you like to chat with me for a little bit?" For some reason she wanted to tell her own story of being found, comfort Blindpaw into knowing that she was also born outside of the clan. If he didn't want to linger she would understand, there was always the possibility that she could find something else to do later if he didn't want to be around her.

Gingertail felt bad that she had startled him even though she hadn't meant to, she just didn't want him surprised by her voice if he hadn't even heard her walking towards him. He greeted back and the uneasiness reminded her of how unwelcome he must still feel here, even with him defending him some of the time. Unsure of what to say exactly, she had chosen to remain quiet until finally the question had escaped from her lips and to her surprise Blindpaw agreed. Standing from her spot she stood and touched the tip of her tail to Blindpaw's shoulder. "Not here.... some clan mates just don't understand us..." She didn't want others to hear what she was about to share to Blindpaw, it took twelve moons for them to leave her alone about being born a kitty-pet and found as a loner and she wasn't about to remind one of the pure borns about how she wasn't the same as them.

Gingertail lead the way to a quiet spot behind the medicine's cat's den and sat down. She looked up to see if Blindpaw was following and looked to make sure they weren't being followed before she felt a bit more at ease herself. The orange tabby started licking her paws as she waited for the right moment to speak and when she could see Blindpaw was comfortable she spoke up again. "I wasn't born a clan cat either..." She started as she looked at the young apprentice she felt saddened to see his appearance. His ears were torn, lucky to still be able to hear and he couldn't see. She didn't know if he was born blind or if the cat who attacked him caused him to lose his eye sight too. "I was born a kitty-pet and my mom decided to leave the two-legs and become a loner." Which happened to be what Blindpaw was before the patrol found him. "She was hunting on clan territory, later known as ThunderClan territory. I was found by a patrol and adopted by my foster mom."

She paused, why would this be important for him to know? Because she was just like him, but she didn't get attacked by the cat who had harmed him. Though if given the chance the cat who attacked Blindpaw was on her enemy list and if found she'd teach him not to harm her clan mate. Her anger was as close to wanting to kill a cat that any could ever image but she'd never break the warrior code.... The leader would have to order it before she'd go that far. She hadn't started up talking again and looked at the young apprentice. "Some clan mates mistreated me too, but I think they might have forgot because they finally have chosen to leave me alone." Hopefully they will leave him alone faster than when they chose to leave me in peace. "Who attacked you Blindpaw?" She never had dared ask him that question before, other clan mates might know if they had asked and he had answered but she was one of the few that wanted to know who didn't know.... yet.

Gingertail knew that he didn't know she wasn't clan born. She also knew that Nightpaw wasn't clan born. She wouldn't take all of the credit for ThunderClan taking another loner into the clan but she would have a few words to say if they had refused him. Gingertail chose not to mention any other clanless cats who joined the clan because that wasn't her point, she wanted Blindpaw to know she was going to look out for him because he was one of the few cats who hadn't felt much welcome here or he didn't act like it anyway. "That was a while ago though... when I was still an apprentice." She answered him as if she could read his thoughts but she felt the need to tell him that so far they have stopped bothering her. Gingertail felt slightly bad for asking him in the first place but she felt the need to know so that she could protect him from the cat.

So that that cat would never bother Blindpaw ever again. Her question came out the way it had because she wanted to know what else this cat had done to harm Blindpaw. Blindpaw answered and thoughts ran in her mind. So his father had done it.... Blindpaw was still talking and she was pulled out of her thoughts. So either he was born unable to see or the father had attacked him more than once and blinded him too. "I'm sorry." She looked down on the ground. If I ever see that tom near my younger friend again, I'll shred him. "Were you born unable to see or was that your father's doing too?" She sort of hoped he'd say it was the father so that she would have a good enough reason to possibly kill him right now. But that is against the warrior code.... He attacked Blindpaw... he might come into camp and do it again.... She tried calming her thoughts.

Gingertail listened to Blindpaw's answer quietly, not sure what to say to the apprentice. Born blind... never given a chance to see.... She thought to herself, sorrow and pity for Blindpaw. "You say your father carried you around... where was your mother?" Not once had Blindpaw even mentioned her. Didn't the she-cat care about her kit? Where was she to protect her son from the father that had attacked his own son? Maybe she is as much to blame as the tom that had torn up Blindpaw's ears... Never again would he be hurt by anybody... if his mother was a threat, Gingertail would be in the way to protect him. That mother had her chance to be in her son's life and only Blindpaw could give the word for Gingertail to back down.

Gingertail thought about his answers. Maybe she went hunting like my mom did and his father moved Blindpaw and the mother couldn't find them later. Or so she hoped, a mother leaving her kit was the worst thing any mother could do. If the she-cat wanted her kit back she had a lot of explaining to do because Blindpaw would have been much safer if his mother had been there to protect him. Though if the she-cat was around the patrol may have never found Blindpaw and she wouldn't have somebody in the clan just like her. Gingertail shifted smiled at her younger clan mate. "I'm sure she went out hunting or something.... your father did move you right after she left... maybe she is still searching for you." One couldn't tell if she was trying to convince herself the she-cat wasn't a terrible mother or if she was trying to convince Blindpaw there was still hope his mother still cared about him.

Gingertail listened to his words but was unable to figure out what to say to the young apprentice. "I see." She spoke finally before adding, "Though I don't see how she could survive if she didn't know how to hunt so she must have chose to let your father do all of the hunting to stay with you instead." She paused before adding, "She must have had her reasons for disappearing." Her eyes narrowed, "I'm glad your with us now Blindpaw." She stretched before touching his shoulder with the tip of her tail again. "Your father won't harm you ever again." And your mother has some explaining to do if she ever wants to see you again. Not even her own mother had left her for dead.... surely Blindpaw's mother knew of the danger the father seeing as she left her kit in the care of the tom.