- Jan 29, 2024
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// tw: mentions of gender dysphoria
A new problem has been swirling in Sheeppaw's mind the past few days, being all bedridden and stuff. He had a dose of that lungwort stuff that Wolfsong shoved in his face. His muzzle scrunches up in disgust at the thought of that bitter - tasting herb in his mouth. Gross. He was currently laying, curled up in the old Badger Set. His mind still felt all muddy with roaming thoughts. Large ears swivel and flick toward his temporary denmates. He shifted slightly, before shoving his muzzle in the crook of his elbow with a huff. He has been thinking... Well, more like questioning himself these past few days.
The new problem has been knocking at Sheeppaw's thoughts. It was strange. Something to do with gender. He hadn't had a problem with his current gender— he doesn't think? Yeah, sure he's a boy and all, but he wonders. What is it like being a molly? A girl? He doesn't think he's girly. Aren't girls supposed to like girly things? Like... uhh pretty-ifing themselves? Keeping their pelts clean and all? He doesn't really know. The black smoke lets his super-thinking-hard-thoughts face settle upon his dark dusted muzzle. Hmm. He didn't feel any girly or daughter-y. Isn't there a neutral way of gender? He thought about his mentor, Gravelsnap uses the neutral pronouns, right? And half of Brackenpaw too! Huh.
The concept of changing one's gender seems impossible for him to understand clearly. What if he was... wrong? What if these feelings are fake? What if he doesn't know what he's talking about? What if he decided he was actually a boy, or girl? Would it be bad to be wrong? Anxiety gnawed at his guts, he was freighted. Does he just come out? Make an announcement about him switching his gender up? Or... should he talk about all this stuff to his mentor or those close to him? Shaking his head to stop the overwhelming thinking, he let a sigh escape him.
Looking down at his dark-dusted paws, he drags one in the dirt. Drawing random blobs of stuff. He knew he should ask his parents about these questions, but approaching them now seems scary. "...Shit." He whispers to himself. Sheeppaw has never thought much about gender, he'd thought it was normal. Should he try out pronouns and see which one sticks or fits with him? Maybe, he could try out both? Like she/he? Or he/they er... they and them? He should try it out and see where it goes from there! ...Maybe? Ugh.
He wraps his plumy tail around himself, as he shifts around to lay on his back. This stuff is hard! All this is just throwing him in a loop. It's confusing... He should ask his parents once he gets out here.
A new problem has been swirling in Sheeppaw's mind the past few days, being all bedridden and stuff. He had a dose of that lungwort stuff that Wolfsong shoved in his face. His muzzle scrunches up in disgust at the thought of that bitter - tasting herb in his mouth. Gross. He was currently laying, curled up in the old Badger Set. His mind still felt all muddy with roaming thoughts. Large ears swivel and flick toward his temporary denmates. He shifted slightly, before shoving his muzzle in the crook of his elbow with a huff. He has been thinking... Well, more like questioning himself these past few days.
The new problem has been knocking at Sheeppaw's thoughts. It was strange. Something to do with gender. He hadn't had a problem with his current gender— he doesn't think? Yeah, sure he's a boy and all, but he wonders. What is it like being a molly? A girl? He doesn't think he's girly. Aren't girls supposed to like girly things? Like... uhh pretty-ifing themselves? Keeping their pelts clean and all? He doesn't really know. The black smoke lets his super-thinking-hard-thoughts face settle upon his dark dusted muzzle. Hmm. He didn't feel any girly or daughter-y. Isn't there a neutral way of gender? He thought about his mentor, Gravelsnap uses the neutral pronouns, right? And half of Brackenpaw too! Huh.
The concept of changing one's gender seems impossible for him to understand clearly. What if he was... wrong? What if these feelings are fake? What if he doesn't know what he's talking about? What if he decided he was actually a boy, or girl? Would it be bad to be wrong? Anxiety gnawed at his guts, he was freighted. Does he just come out? Make an announcement about him switching his gender up? Or... should he talk about all this stuff to his mentor or those close to him? Shaking his head to stop the overwhelming thinking, he let a sigh escape him.
Looking down at his dark-dusted paws, he drags one in the dirt. Drawing random blobs of stuff. He knew he should ask his parents about these questions, but approaching them now seems scary. "...Shit." He whispers to himself. Sheeppaw has never thought much about gender, he'd thought it was normal. Should he try out pronouns and see which one sticks or fits with him? Maybe, he could try out both? Like she/he? Or he/they er... they and them? He should try it out and see where it goes from there! ...Maybe? Ugh.
He wraps his plumy tail around himself, as he shifts around to lay on his back. This stuff is hard! All this is just throwing him in a loop. It's confusing... He should ask his parents once he gets out here.
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( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
— all opinions are ic
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— penned by calzone
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