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OHHH OK now im curious. bc of this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/bonefall/729548700508160000/could-be-like-my-cousin-shes-100-percent-deaf-in?source=share about dovewing being deaf. do cats in the BB AU have a signed form of clanmew? or is it basic gestures/just the written form of clanmew for deaf/HOH cats?

signed,

someone who really loves languages (hoping to god i spelled everything right/actually used the right words. ive been rewatching 3 hour psych lectures sine 6am...)

They have a rudimentary writing system! Clan glyphs be upon ye

It's not phonetic Clanmew, it's glyphs. Snowkit, before his tragic death saving Tawnykit, was actually OBSESSED with these. If he'd survived, he would have built these out into something he could use to communicate with. He was actually a really interesting kid.

But, unfortunately... that passion went with him. Whitewing is the next cat born with a hearing problem, and she's really uninterested in them. She isn't the same creative person that he was, and struggled with the fact that her family seemed to imply she had to "live the life he couldn't."

(note: in BB, dovewing is lionblaze's adopted daughter and bio-niece.)

I think there's going to be a big of a tragedy at play, here. Whitewing has figured out her own methods of communication. It's not a full language, but she's able to communicate basic intent with "rudimentary signs" she's created on her own.

She was only ONE degree of separation away from Dovewing (as Birchfall's, Dove's mentor, mate), but...everyone was forcing Dovewing into what THEY felt she needed. More hunting practice, more glyph practice, more lip-reading. Dovewing wasn't allowed to set her own pace or learn in her own way.

And her response was to bolt, taking all the possibility with her.

IT was the right choice for Dovewing, I think. She thinks that too. But, it wasn't the ONLY choice, you know? There's always things left unsaid and things you'll never be able to try when you make such a big decision. Who knows what could have been?

Maybe Dove and White would have ended up creating the start of a brand new dialect of Clanmew Sign Language, or changed the glyph system in a way that fit them better. Maybe that's not what matters; maybe they would have just been able to make each other feel less alone.

But as it is...

Every deaf, HOH, and mute cat in BB is currently disconnected from each other. They can't pool their skills except at Gatherings.

So Fallowfern, Dovewing, Whitewing, and Stoneclaw all have their own unique way of communicating.

There are tail signs which are used for battle, and glyphs which are used for writing.

Info: Those who go deaf later in life are still usually able to speak. Those who were born deaf often have a harder time. (Clarifying because this is apparently not common knowledge?)

OH! Bonus! Here's how each of those four tend to communicate!

Dovewing

She's REALLY frustrated by everyone forcing solutions on her. I think part of her actually really likes that she can say whatever and then not hear the response. It's like, "Deal with it. Show me you care with your actions if it's so important."

ZERO patience for people who just try to talk over her. She will immediately respect you if you listen to her carefully; only then will she give you the time of day to try and talk back. She kinda treats it like a privilege to talk to her, and she WILL revoke it without remorse.

People who have earned this privilege;

Heartstar. Naturally. And all of their children.

All of the Guardian cats, especially Antfur who is her best friend.

Violetshine, weirdly enough. She visits ShadowClan now and then and Dovewing is very fond of her and her wife and husband.

Strikestone and her new family

Squirrelflight

Briarlight

Alderheart and Sparkpelt

Twigbranch

Fernsong (BUT HE IS ON THIN. ICE. As Ivypool's husband.)

Her preferred method of being talked to is glyph writing. Heartstar is really creative with them, and it's super endearing. She improvises signs a lot and draws full pictures, making whole "doodle pages", even writing little "love letters" in the dirt before Dove wakes up. Literally peak romance, Dovewing loves her wife so muchhh

Whitewing

Also has low patience, but in a more "quick" way. She doesn't like people who take a lot of her time trying to phrase something simple and act awkwardly around her. Time is prey to Whitewing-- cut to the chase and communicate what you need her to do.

Interestingly, this leads to her really disliking Bramblestar as a leader. He's very inattentive to her needs when he organizes patrols on his own. She has very strong opinions and bad synergy with some of her Clanmates, and if she's forced on a patrol with them it ruins her day.

(She's really relieved when Squilf is reinstated post-BOTTE, Squilf knows about this quirk and accounts for it.)

Her love with Birchfall was actually a long time in the making. He really sees her, and something about the way they communicate just clicks. It's easy. They were friends, then partners, and then eventually mates and have been close their whole lives. Their body language just makes sense to each other.

She's been deaf her whole life and only knows a few very important words, but won't "speak" words if she doesn't have to. She does have a habit of making noises when she's happy though, beeping, meowing, and meeping when she's surprised and "not in work mode."

Whitewing is the kind of deaf cat in those videos who sees their human is home and goes "MEEEEEEEEEA." She would walk into a bathroom and wail so she could feel the vibrations on her paws. Vocalizing feels good. She is NOT a quiet person unless she's hunting.

Her preferred method of communication is mostly modified tail signs, but ThunderClan broadly uses glyphs, but she doesn't want to correct them on it. She feels bad telling them it's frustrating that they take so long to draw.

Stoneclaw

She has selective mutism. Her vigil was the night of the WindClan Massacre, and while sitting outside the camp with her temporary silence, ShadowClan attacked and killed her sister Thrushwing in front of her.

At first, WindClan thought it was nobility, that she'd "carried out her vigil to the bitter end." But it never healed. It's not a choice, it's trauma. She can speak when she's extremely relaxed but it's a really rare circumstance.

But, the legacy is to her benefit. She's the granddaughter of Tallstar (through Flylight, his adopted son), has an honorable story, and is a strong and confident warrior... in the daytime. She never hunts at night, when the sun sets, so does she.

(Clan cats are crepuscular, working in the morning and in the evening, but Stoneclaw only takes daylight shifts.)

Glyphs serve her fine, but she really dislikes using tail signs to communicate... brings up really bad memories.

She would REALLY benefit from someone making an effort to "legitimize" some sort of CSL, it would be like a support club to her. SO if it ever happened, Stoneclaw would jump at the chance to join. She's probably friends with Fallowfern though, once SkyClan arrives. Stoneclaw lives to become a very old girl.

Fallowfern

Mom of the Road Safety Man, guy who knows a million words for vehicles, Rabbitleap, and best friend and co-parent with Hawkwing, Plumwillow, Fallowfern is an old cat who ends up losing her hearing later in life like Dovewing!

I'm actually not entirely decided on her personality, but I'm feeling that she'd make a really good "glue" to hold everyone together. Like some kind of organizer-type person, someone who's very good at networking. She's really upset to be losing her hearing, it signifies a lot of really negative things to her.

She suddenly can't talk with a lot of people... even the ones who are reaching out to her are doing exactly that. Reaching out to her.

She likes being the reacher-outerer. It feels like being old and washed up.

SkyClan is a very good, connected Clan, with bonds notoriously VERY strong in comparison to the other Forest Four because of shared persecution... but

She's got this awful feeling that everyone's just coddling her, being nice to her, sending her to the elder's den like a trinket on a shelf.

"Does this mean... does this mean I'm going to lose music? Will anyone dance with me ever again? Do my babies want me to join them, or... or are they just tolerating stinky old mama <:( ?"

They're NOT, btw. Of course not. She's Fallowfern and she means a lot to them.

So I think at the VERY least, she finds a fondness for Stoneclaw at Gatherings. Elder friends, girlies who bond over making little grandma bracelets, but I'm not sure if it's HIT them yet that they can do something very cool together.

In fact it would be kind of funny if they weren't even aware of each other's disabilities at first, like they just started hanging out quietly. Fallowfern assumed that Stoneclaw just doesn't have anything to say and Stoneclaw figured Fallowfern was respecting her silence.

Like something just gravitated them to each other in the most natural, orbital way.

And then Snapstorm, Stoneclaw's wife, bumbles up like "Hey babe who's your friend :) ?" And Stoneclaw smiles, nods at Fallowfern to introduce herself, and then Fallow's like... "Oh I can't hear you, honey."

Stone: !!! (Taps self and makes a crossing motion over her throat)

Fallow: O_O "Ohhhh"

BUT, anyway,

Her preferred form of communication is unequivocally glyphs. I imagine SkyClan might have more written characters than other Clans, simply because they used them a LOT during their time apart under Spiderstar's Plan. Plus, they used to see a lot of road signs which they may have just adopted as glyphs.

Hmm... yeah, seems very cute that The Road Family's traffic theme continues, lmao

#better bones au #deafness #disability #BB!Dovewing #BB!Fallowfern #BB!Stoneclaw #BB!Whitewing #Muteness but only for Stoneclaw #Also I need to add more deaf cats to RiverClan. Going deaf and noseblind is actually REALLY common there #So it's weird that RiverClan is the only one here with none #That's what dirty riverwater does to you #Especially from Chelford that water was FILTHY #Sanctuary Lake's water is pristine. It's like that Mewtwo crater water. SpARKLIN #tw ableism

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Thirty-Seven

Clint watched the sunrise and took a sip of coffee. It looked like a good day to spend with his wife, and the thought makes him smile. Like it does every morning when it occurs to him.

He loves being home with you in the house. The home the two of you were building together, nail by nail and board by board you’re creating a world that the two of you can be comfortable in. When your arms wrap around his waist, it doesn’t startle him. He’s used to the lack of noise your footsteps make by now. But he still can’t figure out how there’s no vibration either.

“What’cha think, baby?” he rumbles, still groggy.

“I think I need to go back to bed,” you tell him, thudding your head gently against his back.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, pulling you gently to his side and kissing your head, “I tried to get home sooner.”

“I know,” you answer, “You couldn’t help it.” He proffered his coffee cup, and you take it with a soft smile and steal a sip. “Sharing your coffee?” you ask, “I must look horrible.”

“You look beautiful,” he scolds gently, “But you do look sleepy.”

“I look like I spent the night getting beat up,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” Clint chuckled, “But I still wouldn’t kick you out of bed for eating crackers.”

“Oh good,” you say, feigning relief, “It’s good to know you aren’t getting bored with me after just a year.”

“Nah,” Clint said, “You do that thing with your tongue I like.”

“Which thing?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

“Literally anything,” he says, grinning, “Any time I get your tongue to do anything for me. The best.”

“You’re such a slut,” you sigh, standing on your toes to kiss his jaw.

“I mean yeah,” he answers, fingers searching for the hem of your shirt so he could touch bare skin, “I get to make love to you. Any time I want... Well. Almost anytime.”

You lean back against him with a snort and smile a little, “I’ve meant to talk to you about that.”

“Oh?” Clint hummed, bending to kiss your neck softly, “Something I’m not doing, beautiful?”

“No,” you giggle, tilting your head to make it easier for him. “But, I do think you finally managed to infect me with your baby fever.”

Clint stopped kissing your neck and tightened his arms around you a little, “Yeah?” he said hesitantly.

“Yeah,” you answer, half turning to look at him

“You’re sure?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

“Yeah,” you answer, turning your head to kiss his palm. Clint grins and tilts your chin up to kiss you slowly, cupping a handful of your ass as you set the coffee cup on the railing. For a few minutes, there isn’t any talking.

“I better get started,” he teased, “Baby fever can get ugly if you don’t treat it quickly.”

“Oh? And what do you recommend?” you ask.

Clint makes a soft, thoughtful sound and smiles, “Well,” he muses, “In my opinion, we need to go out to the caves, and you should come swimming with me.”

“Just swimming?” you ask, kissing his jaw.

“Naked,” he adds solemnly. He really missed having his wife naked. And doing dirty things with her. Baby fever aside, he really missed his wife when he was gone. And he knew you missed him too. He had pictures to prove it.

________

Natasha took a sip from her glass and sighed, “So how’s life in the middle of nowhere?” she asked.

You know that isn’t really what she wants to know. She wants to see if you’re ever coming back. Coming out of semi-retirement to go back to doing witch things for them again. “My garden’s doing well,” you tell her smiling.

The spy’s eyes narrow for a second, “I miss you,” she protests.

“I miss you too,” you tell her, taking a drink of water. “I miss all of you, but,” you shake your head, “Bucky and I are a bad mix.”

“I know,” Natasha said, sighing, “But he did finally move on, kinda.”

“I’m glad,” you admit, “I was worried about him.”

“Even after- Everything?” she asked hesitantly.

You nod, “He’s a human being,” you answer. “He deserves to eat. Just not at my table.”

She sighed, “Yeah, but he’s plowing his was through socialites.”

“That’s their problem,” you tell her, “May he treats them better than he treated me.”

“As far as I can tell, he does,” she said.

“Then he can continue to live,” you answer, shrugging.

Natasha gives you a level look and exhales slowly, “Y/n-” she starts, hesitating.

“Ask, Tasha,” you say, smiling a little.

“Are you- I mean.”

“I’m not pregnant,” you answer, “If I was, I wouldn’t have come.”

The spy exhales slowly and nods, “We wondered,” she admitted, “I guess we forgot how much Barton gets distracted when you’re in the field. We thought-”

“You thought I was pregnant because he was hovering?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling a little, “I guess we really just want to have a baby to fuss over.”

You roll your eyes, fondly, “Y’all can always just adopt some spare scruffy kids.”

“That’s fair,” Nat said, “But Clint let slip you were trying so-”

“And that’s as far as this discussion is going to go,” you say firmly, squeezing her hand.

Natasha pouts, “I just wanna be an aunt... Like the cool wine aunt with like no husband and a stupid amount of money.”

“On a SHIELD salary?” you snort.

“A girl can dream,” Natasha said, turning to look towards the door Thor had just walked through with Bruce.

“Witchling!” Thor said, bounding over and pulling you out of a chair and into a bone-crushing hug, “No one had told us you’d arrived!”

When you make a soft uncomfortable sound, Thor loosens his grip and takes a step back to look at you. “We missed you,” Bruce said, kissing your jaw.

“I was only gone a month,” you laugh.

“Yeah,” Bruce said, grinning, “But phone calls just don’t cut it.”

Both of them kiss your cheek and Thor tilts your chin up, “Happiness suits you,” he said.

“It really does,” Bruce added.

“You too,” you answer, returning their kisses gently before they join you and Natasha at your table.

“When are you heading home?” Bruce asked.

“Tomorrow,” you sigh, “Clint’s doing some demo work on the office. I should probably make sure the house is still standing.” You don’t say that you miss your house. And your pets. And that you haven’t seen Bucky and you’d like to keep it that way. But, you don’t really need to.

“Oh,” Thor said slightly crestfallen.

“You can always come out to the house,” you remind.

“It is beautiful,” Natasha adds stretching, “Even if it is in the middle of nowhere.”

“Just means we can party as loud as we want to,” you say shrugging.

“Excellent!” Thor said, “I’ve not attended a good party in a while.”

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