[Arie]

Originally Posted by Queenie

{I can throw Cornkit at you, I'm not entirely sure how much he could help because he deals with intrusive thoughts, but maybe they can help each other?}

Cornkit padded out from the nursery, his long awkward legs swinging out as he took large steps, humming a little tune to himself. He stared at the ground as he walked, a habit that Cornkit knew he needed to break. It only made the other kits laugh at him more because he wasn't particularly good at making eye contact. They thought that was weird. He was weird. Of course there was also the issue of Cornkit couldn't see very well when he walked this way. Which is how he found himself in this particular instance of the day. He walked on and just when he was about to look up... he bumped his little head on something squishy. Oh Starclan... he thought, wishing he had bumped himself on something hard. Maybe then it would be a tree or a rock. Something he didn't have to talk to. Squishy meant... a cat. "I- I- I'm sorry!" He stuttered out, looking to see who he had stumbled into. "I didn't mean to!" A tiny part of him exhaled when he saw it was Breezefeather. Cornkit had seen Breezefeather around camp. The tom looked a lot like how Cornkit felt a lot of the time. Which somehow made him the best possible cat to bump into. "Sorry." He mumbled once more just or good measure.

Breezefeather had just been staring out in the thin air at this point and when the kit ran into him, it scared him just as much as it scared the poor kit. As the kit started rambling about being sorry and not meaning to, it forced the silver tom to push his own thoughts, his own issues to the back of the mind. No matter how broken he felt, no matter how miserable, kittens were a shared responsibility to care for and the tom had always loved them. No matter the feelings of regret and the memoirs they awoke, he cherished them and did not understand why anyone would leave their kits be. After loosing his entire first litter he had felt pangs when interacting with kits, and it had caused him pain for so long until he started to feel again. And so with the little kit at his paws he just uncurled his tail from himself and gestured to the kit, "Come on Little One, I won't hurt you. and there's nothing to be sorry for." Wrapping the kit up close to his own thin and frail body he slowly started speaking, "You should look up more often, otherwise you'll keep bumping into things. And I wouldn't want you running into a Shadowclan warrior or a fox by accident do we?" With that he gestured to the lapwing that was laying at his paws, "Want to eat some of this, will do you good. Better than it'll do me any good." He nudged it closer to the kit who he had now completely wrapped up with his tail.