So in Cordwainer Smith's Instrumentality Series, telepathy the ability to 'hier' and 'spiek' is a pretty common power it's a plot point in Norstrillia that the Protaganist Rod McBan is a telepathic freak unable to hier and spiek properly which is apparently a huge handicap on Planet Norstirllia the Norstrillians prefer telepathic communication over normal speaking (Since my universe is a musical universe people who try to forsake the world of sound are punished harshly when they are attacked by demons who's only weakness is music) a lot of the action is psychic action, psychic combat and that worked well for literature but my stories are meant to be more Saturday morning cartoon level where the characters fight with their bodies more than their minds, telepathy is a lot more rare in my stories as it would be too much a game breaker power if it was on Smith's levels in this story we shall see the Wranglers have tried to advance the human form in various ways to the 'Ubermensch' ideal and they keep failing because they are going against human nature.
"So...You're the Famous Riddler..." A soft femminine voice shattered Edward Nygma's reminiscing!
Nygma's eyes snapped open! He lifted his head and saw that same Dog-Woman clerk staring at him.
"How did you know that?" Edward asked keeping his voice low but his eyes glimmered to let her know even as he was approaching senoir citizen status he could still be as dangerous as he was back then.
"I was was reading your thoughts just now." The Saluki said also keeping her voice low
At first Edward was shocked, telepathy the ability to read thoughts was not common among Earthlings, certain Wranglers had bred giant brained psychic humans to moniter for trecherous thoughts but they could only do that is places with small populations like the Tropical Islands where Wranglers went on vacation, in a place like Capitol City there were too many minds, too many voices to sort through it would be death by aneurysm from sheer mental overload, the Mutant Animals of the Turtles world were more likely to have telepathy because they were likely military experiments testing the possibilities of telepathy on animals most likely before attempting to create psychic super soldiers, and any Mutant who had the ability to read minds almost never used it, particurally now that they were free because in their words 'A mind is a terrible thing to read' most of the time it is nothing but the dull, inane thoughts of everyday life and when they do hear something 'juicy' they invariably wished they didn't most of them believed the scientists and military leaders who had engineered the psychic mutants because they wanted to have the ability to read minds were wicked people who wanted to know people's thoughts so they could better control them, the kind of people who looked at Orwell's 1984 as a guide not a warning. Edward Nygma and Jonathan Crane whole heardedly agreed with those Mutants' opinion.
"You read my thoughts?!" Edward hissed realizing what he had just been thinking about were some of his most intimate memories.
"I developed this power shortly after I was kidnapped from my home." The Dog-Woman said "Saved my life more times than I could count, I knew just by looking at you you weren't a merchant."
Realizing this Dog-Woman was a Mizzeran Edward instantly calmed "You're a Mizzeran eh? In that case look in my thoughts again and I'll tell you why I'm here."
He showed her the plan for the liberation of all the Humanimals on Viola Strierra, the Dog-Woman gasped "Oh...Good Sir...I had no idea..."
"I was told by my Son the former Prince that this bathhouse would be a safe haven." Edward glanced to make sure there were no humans in earshot.
"Oh! I am sorry Sir!" The Dog-Woman had tears in her eyes "Let me take you to a private room, I have been trained in deep tissue massage, I can give you the finiest massage while you communicate to me in your thoughts anything you need to."
"Hmmm..." Edward said "...Normally I don't like strangers putting their hands on me even if they are trained professionals..."
'Why?' The Dog-Woman asked with her thoughts instead of speaking out loud
'Because of my previous times incarcerated.' Edward thought back
"I'm sorry." The Dog-Woman said aloud
"But...This time I think I'm willing to take the chance, I'm willing to put my trust in your hands..."
Meanwhile Donatello and the Cat-Man Gilbert had finally reached the Downdeep-Downdeep, there were many Humanimals bustling about in this deep, dark place close to the planet's mantle it was warm but not unbearably so, Don realized he had to ask what they did to mitigate the heat.
Humanimals would stop and stare when they noticed the strange looking Turtle but Gilbert would quickly respond with "Make way! He comes from The One!" And then the Humanimals would practically jump out of their way.
"Are they down here right now?" Gilbert asked a group of Humanimals who nodded and pointed to the 'Central Hub.'
There sitting on a pile of scrap metal parts, was a Teenage Yellow Labrador Retriever-Boy and Don realized the face of this Dog-Boy was the golden thing that was shining like the sun in his dream! This Canine could only be a few years younger than himself, and yet those deep, doggy brown eyes already seemed to hold more wisdom than Splinter and the Ancient One, this Humanimal was clearly privvy to some insight that most creatures of any species didn't.
The Dog-Boy was dressed in a long red coat, and so was the creature by his side, a Naked Mole Rat-Boy of similar age, the handsome Dog-Boy had such a magnificent aura radiating off him that it did take a few moments to notice the Naked Mole Rat was even there, but the expression on contentment on Rodent-Boy's face told Don he both knew this and was happy with this, that he was content being the Moon to the Dog-Boy's Sun, not nearly as radiant but he had long since learned that his much more subtle power far suited him better than being a glamourous star.
And yet despite this radience the Dog-Boy was modest and humble, he smiled sweetly and said "Brother Turtle, you are most welcome."
"BROTHER?!' Came a hissing voice everyone turned to a dark corner and saw a Dinosaur Shaman a Plateosaurus who looked like he had seen better days "This Freak is no brother of our's! He is clearly not a Humanimal! The Great Spirit would not approve..."
At this point the Common Humanimals began smacking the small dinosaur with their hats or aprons.
"You basically said the same thing about the Mizzer Humanimals!" Said one Humanimal
"We've just about had it with YOUR Prophecy!" Said another
"We've decided we prefer of Mizzer Brother and Sisters' ideas to YOUR plan of just wait and pray for Great Spirit to save us!"
The Plateosaurus hissed again more like a serpent than an Herbivore Dinosaur and crept away.
"Who was that?" Don asked
"Don't worry about him." The Dog-Boy said as he and his Naked Mole Rat-Friend slid down from their junkpile throne "He's a Shaman that most of the other Shamans don't like anymore, he's basically lost all his power because no one listens to him anymore most of the Native Humanimals have decided they'd rather listen to us Mizzer Humanimals and it seems it has paid off, My name is Maurice Bounder, but please call me Bumble, I like that much more than my real name."
"I'm Squeeks McBones," Said the Naked Mole Rat "And that actually is my name, names of Mizzer Humanimals could get exotic at times."
"I've noticed." Don chuckled "I'm Donatello, you can call me Don..."
And Bumble was coming forward to give the typical Humanimal gretting of touching noses, to most Humanimals this is percieved the same way as a handshake or at most the European-style kiss on the cheek, Don quickly held the Dog-Man back with his arms
"Whoa!" He said "I know that's the typical Humanimal greeting...But for us Turtles particurally Red-Earred Sliders like myself nose nuzzles are considered...Romantic, for me it feels like a French kiss."
And the Humanimals there who were almost entirely mammals, all gasped when they heard this, to mammals touching noses is a simple greeting with this they were beginning to realize they might have been forcing 'mammal values' on everyone else and had they been making Turtles and other Reptiles uncomfortable for years and the reptiles were just too polite to say anything?
"Terribly sorry!" Bumble said quickly "I didn't realize!"
"It's OK." Don said "I need to lower the first line of defenses, can you take me the machines?"
Just a way of showing how different animal instincts can clash into each other, that Humanimal Society is 'Mammal Value Dominated' and more Herbivore Values than Carnivore Values hence why a group of Humanimals is called a Herd