[Spirit]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

For a moment, Winterwisp pitied the kit. She saw her kit self in Ferretkit. A frail kit with no friends, constantly bullied but with no sharp tongue. Motherless and basically nothing to anyone. That pity quickly rushed away and was replaced with anger. "That's right. Sneak off into that bush where it's safe. Be the coward that I once was", Winterwisp sneered. The words seemed to stir up emotions in Winterwisp. This just angered her more. Memories whipped through her head. Bullies, taunting her for her small size, for being without a family, for being a former kittypet. She remembered running off into the bush that Ferretkit was now shrinking off into. Tears streaming down her face as she sobbed without anyone to help her. There was no one. She wasn't as snappy as she was now back then, so she didn't fight her bullies. She was nothing. Nothing except a coward. Ferretkit seemed quite similiar to her, but she didn't plan on helping her. It wasn't fair that Winterwisp had had to go through all that misery in kithood. When she was a kit and apprentice, she hadn't seen anyone bullied like she was, so now that someone felt the way she did and was, it made her more....satisfied. But, this was the angry side of Winterwisp that felt this way. She really was a nice cat so at the same time, she felt rather....protective of the kit. Like she wanted to protect her. No. She couldn't let herself grow soft. She had to protect herself.

Ferretkit didn't say a word as she completely emerged herself back into the bush. She had somehow succeeded in making a small sort of den in there, having broken the lowest middle branches so she could sit up straight. But for now, she just curled herself onto the little bed of leaves she had been lying on so many times before. She let her small yet long tail curl itself over her muzzle, shielding her eyes from view as small drops started to fall from them.
Now she was being picked on by warriors too. It was bad enough with the other kits and younger apprentices, but warriors too? Would she ever be safe in the place she was supposed to feel at home in? She had more than once considered running off, living on her own, but she knew it was even more dangerous out there, especially for a young cat like her. And despite all her troubles and her extremely low self-esteem, she did not want to risk being killed. She hated her life, but not -that- much. She had friends, hadn't she? Perhaps it was just beetles and snails that probably in reality were scared of her.. But still..