| Softpaw of Thunderclan |
Softpaw didn't really see herself as wise, just loud, obnoxious, annoying, and most of all, stupid. The young molly had an idea of all the pressure put on her and her generation though, they seemed to be the ones who would have to fix the mistakes of their elders, the many, many mistakes of the elders. She had no clue what could really come in store though, as the idea of pressure versus the real thing is never the same.
She did, appreciate the older molly's praise though, and she wanted to at least, try to show that those words didn't fall on deaf ears, she already knew what that felt like. Unfortunatly, Cindersky's efforts were in some vain, but not quite, Softpaw didn't feel as if everything bad in the clan was her fault, just all the bad incidents in her life, including her lack of family.
Thankfully, there was a subject change, and it was a bit refreshing, it felt as if Cindersky actually, cared? Softpaw shook that idea away though, her mentor didn't seem to care much either, outside of wishing for her physical safety, and her parents seemed the same as well, okay her dad maybe didn't care about that either, so she just assumed none of the warriors or, many of the clan in general actually cared for her happiness, she thought it wasn't important to care about.
' 'I doubt it, despite being eleven moons old by now, I've, not learned much, I want to learn a lot but I really only know how to, uh, climb a tree and not break my neck while doing so.' ' She, pretended to laugh as a way to pass it off as dark humor, it was a genuine fear of hers though.
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