[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Silentshade

watching the rest of his clan had become a past time for Sundapple. Hardly anyone payed him any mind, and he was starting to wonder if he'd even be missed if he left. "Ever since no one claimed me as their kit, i've been treated as an outcast," He mumbled, looking over at the elders' den, and then back to watching the kits play. " I wonder if my mother was even thinking when she became mates with Starclan knows who, and thinking about what could happen. Then again," he chuckled, his mother would claw his ears for saying this when he got to Starclan, " Dawngleam was never one to think much about what she wanted!" he muttered. It was a rarity that the large yet quiet tom's voice got about a soft mumble. Sitting on his paws, he wrapped his tail around his white socks and continued to question his value to the clan.
@Constellation

The feathery feline silently made her way into the clearing, her eyes blinking at the ground in a saddened manner. She padded around with a heavy mind. Rocks were on her shoulders, slowing her movement. Everything was just...depressing to her. Featherspeckle let out a soft sigh, her eyes closed for a couple moments. Most things nowadays were too rough for her. The molly wished she could go cry on her sister’s shoulders. She never got any closure. She never got to cry with another’s comfort. So, she continued to carry around the fact that what she did...was not a good thing. Featherspeckle shook her head to rid her depressing thoughts, and finally looking up, she decided to smile. The smile was small, but it was there. It was noticeable.
Featherspeckle realized that she needed to move her weight around the camp more, so she trotted about like she was having the best day as possible. The pretty feline made her way about, a graceful step in her movement. Until her ears flicked upon words that has been spoken. Swiftly, she turned her head to the source of sound and found another tom off to the side, muttering to himself. Featherspeckle squinted her eyes, her obvious curious state showing. Featherspeckle wasn't the type of feline to bound towards anyone. She was already a shy, clam of a molly that was more pained than anything she ever experienced in life.
Another part of her didn't like the fact that this Tom was alone. Like she had been. It was never a fun experience the pain of solitude. The molly just stood there observing the other cat for a long moment. She blinked her eyes, widening for a moment. Her paws moved by themselves when she suddenly found herself approaching him. She didn't even know what she would say when she approached him. Her words choked inside her throat, and little inaudible mutters spewed from her maw. This...this was not what she wanted to display. She didn't want to appear like an idiotic, or an incoherent being. Featherspeckle simply felt out a place, but she never liked the fact when another was alone. So, she approached him, hoping that her presence would be accepted. And, if it weren't, then she would leave. She understood most wanted to be alone. “Uh,” she paused, heaving in a sigh. “Y-y…” Featherspeckle felt like such an awkward molly in this moment, but she pulled herself up nonetheless. She needed to learn to be cooperative with her clan rather than push them away. Yet, the she cat had such a large amount of trust issues, she didn't know what to do with herself. “Are you...alright?” Her voice was soft, and quiet. Her words - surprisingly - didn't stammer too much. And, when they were out, she sat next to the Tom comfortably.