// TW: Small mention of blood!
It had been a normal day like any other. Her other, more rowdy siblings were content in their playful wrestling, but the more timid Starlingkit preferred moss ball. She didn't mind if she even had to play by herself, honest! She would watch her brothers and sisters rough house, contentedly batting around the ball, occasionally getting a little carried away, hooking it with a claw, throwing it in the air in an attempt to get it off, watch it go sailing then pounce on it wherever it landed. This is what had happened when she landed on it just now.
This time is different, however. This time, upon landing on what should be just a soft ball of moss, she feels a stabbing sensation in her paws. She lets out a cry of pain before falling back onto her haunches, holding her injured, white-tipped paw in front of her. She flips it over and reveals a thorn stuck in her paw pad, a small drop of blood oozing out from around it. At the sight of blood - her blood - coming out of her - tears begin to well in her eyes, threatening to spill out as she searches with a desperate gaze for the nearest adult, her brain convinced she was dying, her breaths coming out in ragged ghasps as she begins panicking.
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