Post by Echoflight on Apr 3, 2016 9:49:45 GMT -6
Echoflight was getting old.
It felt strange, because she was always just as cheerful as normal, had the spirit still of almost a kit, and was smaller than some apprentices. She knew she wasn't nearly as old as some cats--she wasn't even a senior warrior yet--but it felt strange not to be able to do all the things she had once been able to.
(She could still do that somersault Cheetahfur had taught her. That mattered at least.)
But she'd been around for a bit. Lots of her once-close friends had left. She felt uncomfortable talking to Cheetahfur's daughter, it felt too much like a part of her old friend. She hadn't seen Dappledpelt in forever, she didn't really know if she was still around. She gave up on Graypaw a long time ago--though of course he had to be a warrior by now.
Maybe it was about time for some new friends. It wasn't like her to feel lonely--the smallest inkling of such an emotion must quickly be dealt with. So when she padded out of the warrior den and saw a cat sitting by the fresh-kill pile, she approached them with a friendly mew of greeting.
It felt strange, because she was always just as cheerful as normal, had the spirit still of almost a kit, and was smaller than some apprentices. She knew she wasn't nearly as old as some cats--she wasn't even a senior warrior yet--but it felt strange not to be able to do all the things she had once been able to.
(She could still do that somersault Cheetahfur had taught her. That mattered at least.)
But she'd been around for a bit. Lots of her once-close friends had left. She felt uncomfortable talking to Cheetahfur's daughter, it felt too much like a part of her old friend. She hadn't seen Dappledpelt in forever, she didn't really know if she was still around. She gave up on Graypaw a long time ago--though of course he had to be a warrior by now.
Maybe it was about time for some new friends. It wasn't like her to feel lonely--the smallest inkling of such an emotion must quickly be dealt with. So when she padded out of the warrior den and saw a cat sitting by the fresh-kill pile, she approached them with a friendly mew of greeting.
