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Post by Willowspirit on Feb 15, 2017 20:22:28 GMT -6
Willowpaw stared at her sister bleakly, unable to understand why Brightpaw didn't care about her. She couldn't care about her, because Brightpaw knew just how fragile she really was, how much other cat's comments got to her, and she knew how worthless Willowpaw felt her life was worthless when others didn't care about her.
Maybe Brightpaw even agreed that Willowpaw's life was worthless.
She certainly wouldn't care if Willowpaw died or left, that would just mean that no one would hurt her precious Mudpaw. The ill-will she held for him that had started to fade, resurfaced again. It wasn't his fault, though, and she wasn't going to attack him again. It was Willowpaw's own fault, somehow something she had done had made it so no cat wanted to be close to her, and she was destined to be tolerable at best.
Willowpaw was practically shaking as Brightpaw walked away. The moment that Brightpaw's pawsteps faded, and she was out of earshot, Willowpaw's body convulsed and she retched, throwing up on the ground. She gasped for breath, tears dripping down her face.
((well.. that was terrible. i guess we could continue plotting over pm if you want?))
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