[drearyskies]

Grousewing sat in the clearing studying his big paws. The more he stared at them, the more he began wondering if they were too big for his otherwise slender body. Oh well. He thought, trying to brush off something that he would surely be self-conscious about now that it had drawn his attention. There’s nothing to be done about it. He felt that he was being somewhat silly, though he hardly had control over his insecurities. Who thinks about their paws this much in the first place?

Attempting to calm himself a bit, he lifted his forearm and brought it close to his mouth, dragging his tongue across his ginger fur. As he groomed to soothe himself, Grousewing looked at the cats that gathered in the clearing through narrowed yellow eyes, curious to see what everyone else was up to. He was a little too invested in everyone else’s business. At his young age, having only reached the age of twelve moons recently, he had not yet learned that it was best not to concern himself much with the issues of others.