Morningpaw's free time was spent with Talonpaw. Or her littermates, but mostly Talonpaw. Even if it meant being in the medicine den, Morningpaw stayed by his side. No prodding, no forcing him to talk about anything. Just companionship.
Because that had helped Morningpaw crawl out from the fog of despair. She knew her moods and bouts of sadness would likely be there to stay forever, but she found herself able to pull herself out of her nest, to smile more often, to have those bursts of mischievous energy that WindClan had known her for in her youth.
And still... Still something remained feeling off. Morningpaw had never minded the idea of one day being called 'Mama' or such. But 'sister', 'she-cat', and the like... all felt wrong. 'Brother' and 'tom' felt far more appealing but... How could being considered a mother be okay but everything else wrong? She had never said anything in hopes that maybe she'd sort herself out one day. But her mother had said soemthing around lines of being glad her daughter was starting to shine again. And that word... 'daughter' had made her stomach roll.
She hadn't said anything, but her mother had asked if she was alright. She had lied, said she was fine, and isolated a while that day.
Maybe enough was enough.
In the quiet of the medicine cat's den, Morningpaw looked at her best friend. "Can I... ask something? Something dumb." she murmured, ever so quietly. Lacking the confidence that had started to lace it in the past few moons. "...what's it like being a boy? Do you... like it?" It was stupid, Morningpaw knew. She just didn't know what else to ask.
Because that had helped Morningpaw crawl out from the fog of despair. She knew her moods and bouts of sadness would likely be there to stay forever, but she found herself able to pull herself out of her nest, to smile more often, to have those bursts of mischievous energy that WindClan had known her for in her youth.
And still... Still something remained feeling off. Morningpaw had never minded the idea of one day being called 'Mama' or such. But 'sister', 'she-cat', and the like... all felt wrong. 'Brother' and 'tom' felt far more appealing but... How could being considered a mother be okay but everything else wrong? She had never said anything in hopes that maybe she'd sort herself out one day. But her mother had said soemthing around lines of being glad her daughter was starting to shine again. And that word... 'daughter' had made her stomach roll.
She hadn't said anything, but her mother had asked if she was alright. She had lied, said she was fine, and isolated a while that day.
Maybe enough was enough.
In the quiet of the medicine cat's den, Morningpaw looked at her best friend. "Can I... ask something? Something dumb." she murmured, ever so quietly. Lacking the confidence that had started to lace it in the past few moons. "...what's it like being a boy? Do you... like it?" It was stupid, Morningpaw knew. She just didn't know what else to ask.
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She/Her | 11 Moons | Apprentice of WindClan | Ages on the 1st
Short haired blue tortoiseshell with high white and dark violet eyes.
Child of NPC x NPC | Sibling to NPCs / Adoptable
Mentored by NPC | Mentoring no one.
Penned by AnemoVictorious | Biography | Image Credit