- Jan 20, 2023
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she's playing alone.
she doesn't consciously catalogue his approach, doesn't turn to greet him, though her ears swivel to track his pawsteps. she's fixated on a flower, the way it bends in the wind. it's got a pretty purple top. she wonders what kind it is. she wonders what would happen if she ATE it!!! she wonders how much it'd take for the wind to snap its stem. and how long would it live after that? is a snapped stem like a — a snapped cat? she shudders at the comparison, but the curious grin doesn't leave her face. would it shrivel right up in front of her? maybe beesong would know.
wait. beesong couldn't tell her anything. beesong is dead.
... never mind. maybe ravenpaw would know.
now silverkit is frowning. she thinks for the umpteenth time today that the outside world is very scary, and she doesn't know how she'll handle being a 'prentice. she doesn't want to die like beesong or get slashed up by a fox like fernpaw. she doesn't want to come home bloody and tired like the war patrol had a little while back, and she doesn't want to get a tooth knocked out and a jaw busted up like clayfur. she doesn't want to be stuck in the medicine den like lichentail and petalnose were. she doesn't want ANY of that. silverkit likes her life just fine right now! and — and sure, she's super strong and cool, and she's gonna be the best 'prentice ever. but —
does that have to mean scary things will happen to her?
flower thoroughly forgotten, silverkit stares at her little white paws and wonders.
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she doesn't consciously catalogue his approach, doesn't turn to greet him, though her ears swivel to track his pawsteps. she's fixated on a flower, the way it bends in the wind. it's got a pretty purple top. she wonders what kind it is. she wonders what would happen if she ATE it!!! she wonders how much it'd take for the wind to snap its stem. and how long would it live after that? is a snapped stem like a — a snapped cat? she shudders at the comparison, but the curious grin doesn't leave her face. would it shrivel right up in front of her? maybe beesong would know.
wait. beesong couldn't tell her anything. beesong is dead.
... never mind. maybe ravenpaw would know.
now silverkit is frowning. she thinks for the umpteenth time today that the outside world is very scary, and she doesn't know how she'll handle being a 'prentice. she doesn't want to die like beesong or get slashed up by a fox like fernpaw. she doesn't want to come home bloody and tired like the war patrol had a little while back, and she doesn't want to get a tooth knocked out and a jaw busted up like clayfur. she doesn't want to be stuck in the medicine den like lichentail and petalnose were. she doesn't want ANY of that. silverkit likes her life just fine right now! and — and sure, she's super strong and cool, and she's gonna be the best 'prentice ever. but —
does that have to mean scary things will happen to her?
flower thoroughly forgotten, silverkit stares at her little white paws and wonders.
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