Two more moons and she'd be an apprentice - she might be an apprentice. She didn't like thinking about it, hated being treated differently but she knew she would always be different and she hated it. There was nothing wrong with her there wasn't - she just couldn't see! But she understands how important sight was for her brothers, she got so frustrated when Bilberrykit could allude her pounces so easily, or when she herself got snuck up on by the other kits or someone pointed out something she'd never be able to see. No one but her had to map out the camp with as much precision and dedication, because they didn't have to. She does things differently does almost everything differently, even if she acts just the same as her peers, and even seems more confident at times. She's fierce and she can handle anything, nothing could stop her... But what if someone tried?
She tries to ignore her worries to push them away so she can focus on playing and so dad doesn't worry but they were building up and finally she can't hold them in anymore. She liked being in the nursery liked being a kit, and having her dad always with her - but what if that's all she'd ever have? What if Bilberrykit moved on without her when he became an apprentice. She wanted to be sure that wouldn't happen... She wanted her dad, wanted him to tell her everything was gonna be alright and to comfort her like he always did.
But she's careful about making sure her littermates and cousins are out of the den before she slowly and mopely pads over to where he lays likely watching them all, she looks downcast and downright pathetic. Her ears are folded back and her tail slumps down, she tries to avoid sniffling as she flops besides him and buries her face in his chest fluff. "Dad" she mewls pushing herself further against his fur. "...I'm worried" she doesn't elaborate because she can't find the words yet, they feel too hard to say and her throat feels so tight.
She tries to ignore her worries to push them away so she can focus on playing and so dad doesn't worry but they were building up and finally she can't hold them in anymore. She liked being in the nursery liked being a kit, and having her dad always with her - but what if that's all she'd ever have? What if Bilberrykit moved on without her when he became an apprentice. She wanted to be sure that wouldn't happen... She wanted her dad, wanted him to tell her everything was gonna be alright and to comfort her like he always did.
But she's careful about making sure her littermates and cousins are out of the den before she slowly and mopely pads over to where he lays likely watching them all, she looks downcast and downright pathetic. Her ears are folded back and her tail slumps down, she tries to avoid sniffling as she flops besides him and buries her face in his chest fluff. "Dad" she mewls pushing herself further against his fur. "...I'm worried" she doesn't elaborate because she can't find the words yet, they feel too hard to say and her throat feels so tight.
