Cat Name: Sparrowyawn
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Training Gatherer
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋n
Age: 3 years
Prompt:
"Hey guys!"
Sparrowyawn blinked optimistically, greeting her two friends Mothrunner and Willowstomp politely. Mothrunner gazed at her warily and continued her conversation with Willowstomp, ignoring the young she-cat. Sparrowyawn laughed awkwardly and spoke once more, her voice light with fake amusement, "Guys? Whatcha talking about?" Mothrunner shot her a warning glare and furrowed her eyebrows, "It doesn't matter to you, Sparrowyawn." Sparrowyawn looked slightly embarrassed as cats started to stare. "I... I was just curious." She mewed gently, smiling as strongly as she could. Willowstomp looked guilty and uncomfortable as she shifted in her spot, not defending the young she-cat or joining Mothrunner in her rude comments.
"Yeah well, it's none of your business." Sparrowyawn nodded quickly, hoping the gazes of her clanmates would fall off her. "R-right. Sorry, Mothrunner." Sparrowyawn turned around and walked out, her tail between her legs as she went to settle by the shore side. As her paws crunched against the sandy beach floor, tempted to break down and cry but worried one of her clanmates would catch her being so weak. She felt terrible. This torment of following her two friends around like a desperate peasant and being bullied by them... just weighed on her shoulders like a heavy boulder.
"I want real friends." She whispered quietly, "Ones that'll be excited to see me every day. Ones that'll be satisfied with me." Sparrowyawn sniffled and furrowed her eyebrows, staring into the waves lapping at her paws, unable to see her reflection in them as they moved. Sparrowyawn forced her eyes shut and slammed the wave with her unsheathed paw, unable to even think of how she'd look, so imperfect and weak, crying along the side of the beach instead of getting to her duties like a loyal and hard-working clanmate would.
Sparrowyawn lifted her ears as she heard the familiar crunch of sand behind her, the paws slightly heavier than hers, though. "I know how you're feeling." Snowshell's voice echoed, gentle and reassuring. "I was in your paws not too long ago, too." Sparrowyawn flattened her ears and looked opposite to the she-cat, avoiding her gaze and sniffling silently.
"I'm sorry you have the ability to be hated, Sparrowyawn, but I find you incredible, darling..."
Sparrowyawn blinked optimistically, greeting her two friends Mothrunner and Willowstomp politely. Mothrunner gazed at her warily and continued her conversation with Willowstomp, ignoring the young she-cat. Sparrowyawn laughed awkwardly and spoke once more, her voice light with fake amusement, "Guys? Whatcha talking about?" Mothrunner shot her a warning glare and furrowed her eyebrows, "It doesn't matter to you, Sparrowyawn." Sparrowyawn looked slightly embarrassed as cats started to stare. "I... I was just curious." She mewed gently, smiling as strongly as she could. Willowstomp looked guilty and uncomfortable as she shifted in her spot, not defending the young she-cat or joining Mothrunner in her rude comments.
"Yeah well, it's none of your business." Sparrowyawn nodded quickly, hoping the gazes of her clanmates would fall off her. "R-right. Sorry, Mothrunner." Sparrowyawn turned around and walked out, her tail between her legs as she went to settle by the shore side. As her paws crunched against the sandy beach floor, tempted to break down and cry but worried one of her clanmates would catch her being so weak. She felt terrible. This torment of following her two friends around like a desperate peasant and being bullied by them... just weighed on her shoulders like a heavy boulder.
"I want real friends." She whispered quietly, "Ones that'll be excited to see me every day. Ones that'll be satisfied with me." Sparrowyawn sniffled and furrowed her eyebrows, staring into the waves lapping at her paws, unable to see her reflection in them as they moved. Sparrowyawn forced her eyes shut and slammed the wave with her unsheathed paw, unable to even think of how she'd look, so imperfect and weak, crying along the side of the beach instead of getting to her duties like a loyal and hard-working clanmate would.
Sparrowyawn lifted her ears as she heard the familiar crunch of sand behind her, the paws slightly heavier than hers, though. "I know how you're feeling." Snowshell's voice echoed, gentle and reassuring. "I was in your paws not too long ago, too." Sparrowyawn flattened her ears and looked opposite to the she-cat, avoiding her gaze and sniffling silently.
"I'm sorry you have the ability to be hated, Sparrowyawn, but I find you incredible, darling..."
