Disclaimer: I don't own CATS, Owl City, or the songs mentioned in this chapter

Fact: Juliette Low, founder of Girl Scouts of America, was deaf.

All dialogue is in sign language.

It was a week after Demeter's birthday party, Lyplora had been practicing magic every spare minute she had, she was finally ready to tell Misto. The problem was, they had had a fight that day. She had put a dead snake in Bombalurina's nest and he was the one who got in trouble for it. It ended with them having a huge argument about why the others treated her the way they do.

She waited impatiently in the clearing, wondering if he would show up.

"He probably won't come, and I wouldn't blame him. I've been pulling some nasty pranks on some of the cats here, and he's probably right about everything," Lyplora thought to herself.

Just as she was thinking this Mistoffelees walked into the clearing, looking rather nervous.

"Hey look, about earlier-" but she cut him off with a wave of her paw.

"I'm sorry I got you chewed out by them for the trouble I've been causing. I realize that my pulling pranks is one of the reasons the others don't like me much. From now on, I'll only prank you, my cousins, and Tugger."

"I was about to apologize for being overly critical earlier," signed Misto, "I was frustrated because of a certain spell I'm practicing, but that's no excuse for throwing everything in your face like that."

"It's okay, I forgive you. And besides, dealing with my favorite pass time while you're trying to learn something that's hard, I understand, I'm really sorry for being so difficult."

"You shouldn't have to apologize, I'm the one who said all that stuff about you, I'm the one who should be sorry. And just so you know, the way the others treat you has almost nothing to do with your pranks, I've seen them do much worse to each other. The reason they act the way they do is because they are ignorant," signed Misto, determinedly trying to get his point across. "And I think they like being ignorant, so are we okay?"

"Not quite yet," she signed, and then she pulled him into a long passionate kiss, as if trying to show him she wasn't still upset.

"Now we're okay," she signed after she broke off the kiss, leaving Misto stunned. "I just don't like to fight, I get worried, most deaf-hearing relationships don't work out. So I wanted to show you that I'm not angry anymore," she explained, seeing the confused expression on Misto's face.

"You don't have to worry, I wouldn't break up with you over something so trivial," signed the tux, looking at her earnestly. "Besides, I shouldn't have said that to you."

"Yeah, well, I still shouldn't have let you take the blame, so I should be sorry too."

"It's okay," signed Misto, "I know you'd do the same for me."

"You know it."

"So why are we going on about it?" asked Misto, laughing exasperatedly.

"Because I worry too much, because I never imagined myself in a deaf-hearing relationship before, and I really like you," she signed.

"It's because most toms think 'she's hot and can't talk, perfect'," signed Misto, trying to get her to smile.

"You're not like that, and even though I want to stay mad at you because you said all that crap earlier, I can't stay mad, because I love you."

You would not have expected her to tell him this earlier that same day, as she ran off in tears after they had their row. But it wasn't really what he had said to her, it was because of they way she felt toward him that getting into a fight hurt so bad.

Mistoffelees starred at her, and he felt his breath come in short pants as he took it in. "I love you too," he signed and said, wanting her to really know that he meant it.

"Love hurts, doesn't it?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, it does," he signed, still looking at her apologetically.

Lyplora smiled brightly at him, wanting him to know she wasn't the kind of queen who would hold stuff agaisn't him.

"Misto, there's something I need to show you, wait here." She was about to show him what she had been practicing, she felt ready to tell him.

She dragged out the old record player and put on an Owl City record she had found, she turned up the volume and blared Vanilla Twilight, just the thing to set the mood.

She stood where she could face him, weeks of practicing and she had finally succeeded, it was now, or never.

"Misto, when I was a kitten, I used to have dreams about my paws glowing. As I grew up, I've always been fascinated by magic. When Orangelow, my fiance, was killed, I dreamed that night I was closing his wounds with my paws. I've been practicing something, I want you to watch," she signed very slowly, wanting to make him curious.

She stepped back, holding her paws in front of her face, trying to concentrate. She looked at the confused tom, and then closed her eyes and begun mouthing the words to the spell with force. She moved her paws back and fourth repeatedly, mouthing the words again and again, building up momentum until she felt the energy bursting out from her paws.

She opened her eyes and her paws were glowing blue, Misto's mouth hung open and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She started tracing the air with her paws along with the music, the light emanating throughout the clearing as the sun set.

As the song ended she slowly held her paws out and the light faded away.

Misto was frozen in awe, he could not believe this was real. "Lyplora," he begun, paws shaking, "you're a healer."

Lyplora simply nodded her head, not breaking eye contact with him.

"I never thought I would meet a magical queen, this is..." he couldn't even put the words together.

Lyplora smiled and took his paws, putting them around herself, "just dance," she signed, as the record player went to the next track and Lonely Lullaby begun to play.