Post by Fae Magic on Nov 17, 2020 14:46:07 GMT -5
"Just because no one else can heal or do your inner work for you doesn't mean you can, should, or need to do it alone."~Wisteriakit
She sighed silently as she felt the rough texture of her mother's tongue rasp across her forehead right between her small white ears while murmuring to her that she'd return shortly. Having decided that she was finally hungry enough to leave the shadows of the Nursery walls to go find herself something to eat Daisylight padded out to the fresh kill pile leaving her small white ball of fluff sitting just within the entrance archway to stare blindly and unseeing ahead into the clearing of Stoneclan camp. She could hear the chit chatter of those still in camp and feel the faint vibrations of those walking past the den entrance. It was warm within the den smelling of warmth and milk. A contrast of the chilly air that hit her in the face. Wisteriakit didn't like the cold but the physical cold of the Leaf-bare did nothing compared to the cold loneliness of the hole in her heart that hung heavy and numb in her chest.
Wisteriakit sighed to herself not even that hyperactive kit she met the other day was around to play right now. So she was alone again after all. She was blind from birth and struggled to make friends because of it. Would she ever fine a friend period? She didn't even want to think what her life would be life when she was older. Feeling tired even if she just woke up she turned and began using her nose to feel around as she walked and sniffed out her mother's scent that clung to their nest.
But, what she hadn't thought of was that others would be still within the warmth of the den up until her paws fumbled over something soft with fluff and she found her tail end going over her head and she squeaked in surprised as she found herself tangled up with another warm body.
"Crap! What's the heck is that? Help help!" she called in a panic not realizing that she had just tripped over another kit within the den.
Wisteriakit sighed to herself not even that hyperactive kit she met the other day was around to play right now. So she was alone again after all. She was blind from birth and struggled to make friends because of it. Would she ever fine a friend period? She didn't even want to think what her life would be life when she was older. Feeling tired even if she just woke up she turned and began using her nose to feel around as she walked and sniffed out her mother's scent that clung to their nest.
But, what she hadn't thought of was that others would be still within the warmth of the den up until her paws fumbled over something soft with fluff and she found her tail end going over her head and she squeaked in surprised as she found herself tangled up with another warm body.
"Crap! What's the heck is that? Help help!" she called in a panic not realizing that she had just tripped over another kit within the den.
Word Count: #342 || Tag: @caelia || Notes: #flip flop