FAITHKIT
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A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES
The nursery is awfully looming, while it no longer doubles in size since you first looked at it and it no longer swirls with growing nausea; you had to say that you're not impressed with it still. You try to stay away from the structure while you can, not wanting to be anywhere near Hazykit much less on her territory so to speak. You know though that time is against you, your breathing has become steadier ironically since your scuffle with her. The last dredges of persistent illness whittled away, soon you would be given to the paws of a caretaker alongside your littermates. You hated the idea of your first real experience inside of this natural prison being alongside another strange face to look after you.
Today you decided that your first real impression would be your own. Squeezing past your littermates was no issue, both of them interested in their own activities or otherwise occupied by other clanmates for better or for worst. You ignore how it squeezes your heart, the possessiveness of a clingy sister claws at your soul and seethes at the distance. Your body doesn't listen to the spirit and your mind has felt useless of late so it didn't get the invitation to decide on what you should be doing. "Echokit" you call gravelly, squinting at the kit you often see squabbling with Thornkit. Ideally there could be better options but you unfortunately don't know many of the kits in ThunderClan. An unfortunate side effect of your moon of sickness within these walls, you hold your forming frown tight. Instead forcing yourself to nod your head amicably in greeting, pausing with the expectation to be chased off.
When that doesn't happen you will yourself forward so you didn't have to raise your voice. Though it meant getting closer to the nursery entrance, you could live with that. "Can you.. Show me around the nursery" In truth you doubt there's much to really see. Though you figured the invitation to spend time with another felt time well spent, shifting your weight from front to hind paws you huff warm air out from your nostrils. "Please" it's added hastily, tail twitching in annoyance at yourself for forgetting your manners.
Please wait for @Echokit.
Today you decided that your first real impression would be your own. Squeezing past your littermates was no issue, both of them interested in their own activities or otherwise occupied by other clanmates for better or for worst. You ignore how it squeezes your heart, the possessiveness of a clingy sister claws at your soul and seethes at the distance. Your body doesn't listen to the spirit and your mind has felt useless of late so it didn't get the invitation to decide on what you should be doing. "Echokit" you call gravelly, squinting at the kit you often see squabbling with Thornkit. Ideally there could be better options but you unfortunately don't know many of the kits in ThunderClan. An unfortunate side effect of your moon of sickness within these walls, you hold your forming frown tight. Instead forcing yourself to nod your head amicably in greeting, pausing with the expectation to be chased off.
When that doesn't happen you will yourself forward so you didn't have to raise your voice. Though it meant getting closer to the nursery entrance, you could live with that. "Can you.. Show me around the nursery" In truth you doubt there's much to really see. Though you figured the invitation to spend time with another felt time well spent, shifting your weight from front to hind paws you huff warm air out from your nostrils. "Please" it's added hastily, tail twitching in annoyance at yourself for forgetting your manners.
Please wait for @Echokit.
