[iliri]

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes, torn right ear
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Springpaw’s lips remained curled before her eyes quickly darted upwards towards Houndchaser, oceanic blues quickly dilating as she almost felt her legs buckle beneath her. She… she was only at least trying to make sure Cracklepaw didn’t cause any more trouble than he already was. Of course, her ears quickly pressed against her head as she heard the loud voices of Crowpaw and Burntpaw echo from around her, guilt rapidly rising in her chest. Her eyes drew themselves away from Houndchaser’s as they glanced sideways towards the ground, silence drawing unsettlingly towards the young calico. She… she didn’t mean to cause a sudden upbringing of drama to the field. She was only just trying to help. A bitter taste of bile rose up at her throat from the sudden thought, claws slipping and digging themselves into the dirt below.

Why bother to help when all it did was get her in trouble? Her mind screeched that question like a cassette player, echoing and echoing. Each time it echoes, the more daunting it felt. The more difficult it felt for the molly to even sit there and try to pay her respects for the deceased kit after accidentally causing a sudden argument. One little action makes a big difference, that was all it took. “Of… of course Houndchaser,” she softly mumbled, not making eye contact with the older feline, “I understand. I’m sorry for… starting this.” her voice weakly shook and cracked as she spoke, nervousness prickling at her insides. Speaking with an adult that she wasn’t fond of just made the young molly feel nothing but nervous. Scared. Alone. Just like how her own mother left her when she was only four moons old. Springpaw hadn’t bothered to think of the memory much, the memory only casting a shadow over the young calico.

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@Solar [and everyone else involved because I don’t know who else-]