be students, be teachers -- Malana

[Malana]

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Malana really didn't understand much of what was going on. She knew that her mother was no longer with her and that she was some sort of mutated cat, but aside from that, the world and its vast wonders were still pretty much a mystery to her. The people that made up her new pod seemed... troubled though, some disaster that the child, in all of her innocence, could not understand having struck them just before her arrival. But the thick clouds that occupied the sky and the scent of salt in the air did little to bother her, instead reminding her of home. The ocean. She so desperately wanted to know why her fellow crewmates were perturbed by the disturbance and further than that, she wanted to help them.

But she couldn't.

So she resorted to occupying herself in different ways, mainly chasing her tail around with excited fervor and bumping into all sorts of people on board the great ship they were all taking refuge in. It was called the Tornado or something like that, Malana just couldn't remember. Oh well, names didn't matter when you were too excited leaping upon your own tail, that was for sure. And besides, even if she did take special notice to names, its not like it would help her remember them any better. Malana had so much going on that she rarely stopped to ever observe anything.

A laugh would spill from obsidian colored lips as the child leapt, stumbled, and then crashed into the deck just before Papercutter. She seemed unfazed by the occurrence though, stumbling to paws that were still shaky and giggling again as if the funniest thing in her life had just transpired. She moved to pounce once more upon her whale tail but stopped abruptly when she noticed the older male, chocolate-hued eyes widening ever so slightly. [color=#00688b]"Oh! You! Hi! Hello!" She greeted cheerfully, [color=#00688b]"Paper... Paper.... Cuttingpaper? Paper... Papercutting? Papercutter! That's your name! I'm Malana!" The world and its troubled