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Freedom feels... strange.She thought she would be more excited, more willing to run through her territory without the watchful eyes of her father. But, some sad part of her hates to admit that she almost feels lost without the constant prying eyes of her father ensuring that she isn't hurting herself or moving beyond the delicate expectations put forth for her by generations of mollies in their family.
Molly hands always make better weavers, darling.
Her mother's words echoed in her skull. It was like a death sentence that she had been born into, something that was forced upon her without consent. Her brothers got glory, they got to live for the clan, to forge their own paths. Guppy had to sit delicately, be demure and presentable until her father sold her off to the highest bidder like some form of cattle or currency. Whaleshadow had been talking about a pretty girl in their clan, her father approved, as he always would with his sons. If she so much as glanced in the direction of another tom she was scolded, told to wait until they had "decided".
She wished she had been born a tom, or at the very least to a different family. She saw how the other mollies in her clan were able to love freely, make connections without looming eyes and disguised threats. Guppy felt like she was never enough, that she would never be enough for her parents. Her paw brushed along the riverbed, sighing deeply. In another life, she was someone else. Someone who actually had control of their life. But here? She was just a guppy in a large ocean.
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ooc: "mew!"
@GINGERFLAME -
a small primarily black calico molly with green eyes and a scar across her lower lip. sheltered from the world by her family of primarily toms, she is now free to do as she wishes without her father constantly glancing over her shoulder like when she was an apprentice. she desires love and connection, a feeling of longing and a want to be seen runs through her.