[Mica]

 

Originally Posted by Estelle

She… Didn’t know how to feel any more, about them. Mama claimed she loved her still, and she wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe it so bad; and, Birdpaw and Bleedingkit. Them. She didn’t know what overtook her that day, when she urged them to be their shield, to protect them before she ran, she… Still felt guilty about that. And yet, when she spotted Birdpaw out in the clearing this day, seemingly alone for a brief moment – quite unlike how the thirteen usually were. She found herself coming closer. And closer. And closer. It wasn’t quite next to her, but some fox length’s distance Sleepypaw found herself sitting down, seemingly pretending she hadn’t noticed the apprentice yet – though, she did.

[ @Mica ]

Birdpaw
ShadowClan
she/her | 6 moons | 7/100
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes]
Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
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Birdpaw was sitting in the clearing, staring at a caterpillar as it crawled across her paws. She angled her head slightly as she watched it, completely absorbed in her new friend. That was until she noticed someone out of the corner of her eye, sitting at a suspiciously close distance while also being far enough away where they could be doing their own thing but with how much free space there was in the clearing, was definitely sitting too close and oh my goodness!! "Sleepypaw!" Birdpaw chirped, shaking the caterpillar--ignoring as it flew away, its tiny scream of terror inaudible--and padding over to the elder apprentice's side. "Hiya!"

Birdpaw looked as though nothing had happened, in that den. Like she hadn't been fundamentally changed by the realization that her family was nothing more than a group of cats biologically related with no affection or love to tie them together. Nope! Not Birdpaw. Everything was fine! Wonderful, even! It was like she didn't remember trembling on the floor of the med den, surrounded by cats aruging with each other, like she hadn't looked up from her stupor to see Sleepypaw begging her with wide eyes to come join her, like she hadn't taken refuge in her older sister's flank, like she hadn't wailed into her mother's fur when Lostspark had apologized.

But she remembered.

Birdpaw smiled jovially, her tiny blue-grey body practically vibrating with energy. "Do you wanna play a game with me??"

[Feel free to have Sleepypaw refuse, Birdpaw won't be hurt!]