[lone]

@Ludicrous Lunacy

A small, nervous looking silver tabby sat in the corner of the nursery. Silverkit. It was a pretty name, and she was a pretty cat, but... there always seemed to be something wrong with her. And today, like most days, it was fear. Fear drove Silverkit to do almost everything. It was the one constant in her life as well... the one thing that had always been there, and the one thing she assumed always would be. Why wouldn't it? There would always be something scaring her... bright lights, loud noises, small spaces, lightning, thunder, mean cats, floods, fires, rain, blood... none of it was going to go away. And, as long as all of those things were going on? She would be tense and nervous, awaiting what she would also be certain was like death. And, perhaps for the silver tabby, it was. Even love was not a constant in her life. A wistful expression spread across her features as she realized just how much she wished it was. Oh, how she would have loved to have one cat always by her side forever... even Timekit-- Timepaw now-- wasn't there all the time. She hadn't seen her close friend in simply ages. A yawn escaped the silver feline's maw and she sighed. Was she really that tired? Today had consisted of what every other day did... nothing. Just sitting around, lying around, doing absolutely nothing and awaiting anything interesting to happen. Well, perhaps not interesting... just... different. Good different, not scary different. Because, as Silverkit knew all too well... there was a big difference between the two. She would go as far as to say that there was a huge difference. Yawning once more, Silverkit curled up and got ready to take a nap, curling her silvery tail around herself until the tip was lightly tickling her small pink nose. Now this was the kind of change she liked... changing positions, or what she was doing, to make herself or those around her more comfortable. Though Silverkit knew she would never be able to make those around her more comfortable. What was she, crazy? That would be absolutely insane. Her, the nervous little ShadowClan kit, being able to make someone comfortable. Oh well. Perhaps sometime in the future, the dream would be true...