Blank Space
The dawn sang. Or, at least, it did for Smallfox. To him, the sound of the dawn was the birds singing and the grass rustling, and wind blowing. To the other WindClan cats? Those were only the sounds of the morning.
Smallfox sighed as he crouched in the warm early morning sun. The other warriors shared tongues, but he preferred to stay silent, to stay silent and observe. The waving grass-taller than him- swished soothingly as the warm breeze rushed against it's weak will. His dark ginger fur was warm and he closed his green eyes.
It was mid-morning when he awoke next. Most of the warriors had left- it wasn't too surprising that he wasn't invited. After all, nobody felt obligated to be friends with a mute cat.
Or so they thought. He could talk, but never had. To Smallfox, silence was key, and the key was silence.
That was how he heard the dawn.