FAITHKIT
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A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES
It isn't often that you find yourself chummy with your clanmates. The idea of a broader community seems a little jarring to you after having spent your small life only knowing and being dependent on your family. It wasn't as if your new family was especially popular either, not that you really care for what others think. There is an urgency to try and branch out today though, the den feels suffocating and there is a small seed of envy that begins to sprout in your stomach. Your littermates can easily speak with others, you've seen their stilted attempts and in your pitiful brain it's seen as successful and done with ease. While you weren't feeling particularly adventurous as to approach someone entirely new the cat you settle on today is new enough. Familiar in that he's seen around Juniperstar but you never cared to remember the name, nor the face really. It was difficult for you to really grasp onto anyone's face, it was easier to find one small thing about them. For this cat it was the fact that their nose appeared to always be running in some capacity, you'd think it unsightly if yours didn't also do it.
It's that. That familiarity in what it is to be frail, from a cat much older than you no less. If there's hope for him to thrive then there can be hope for you to get better and stay better right? "You" it feels embarrassing to admit that you don't actually know his name. Yet here you are, basking in his presence with demands of knowledge on the tip of your tongue. In your childishly selfish mind you don't consider if they would be willing to listen to you since you don't care enough to know his name prior.
"Were you.. sick as a kit too?" holding your jaw tight you clear your throat with a small cough. A wheeze settles on the uptick of your breathing as your lungs clench, seemingly responsive to just the word 'sick'. There's a pause as your left scrambling to find your next words, to hold onto a small scrap of strength as you wait for the fit to pass. "Did it..." No that didn't seem right. "Does it get better?" That felt more befitting, staring up at him with wide eyes almost pleading for a yes. Your littermates don't truly understand it, neither mother past nor present could either but maybe this cat does?
// backwritten to be sometime before Serpentberry dies :3 @ASTERPAW
It's that. That familiarity in what it is to be frail, from a cat much older than you no less. If there's hope for him to thrive then there can be hope for you to get better and stay better right? "You" it feels embarrassing to admit that you don't actually know his name. Yet here you are, basking in his presence with demands of knowledge on the tip of your tongue. In your childishly selfish mind you don't consider if they would be willing to listen to you since you don't care enough to know his name prior.
"Were you.. sick as a kit too?" holding your jaw tight you clear your throat with a small cough. A wheeze settles on the uptick of your breathing as your lungs clench, seemingly responsive to just the word 'sick'. There's a pause as your left scrambling to find your next words, to hold onto a small scrap of strength as you wait for the fit to pass. "Did it..." No that didn't seem right. "Does it get better?" That felt more befitting, staring up at him with wide eyes almost pleading for a yes. Your littermates don't truly understand it, neither mother past nor present could either but maybe this cat does?
// backwritten to be sometime before Serpentberry dies :3 @ASTERPAW