[Ziera]

// @RainbowyUnknown

Brightpaw shouldered his way into the apprentice’s den, ears flat and eyes down. Shame crawled under his pelt like a living creature. I should have told him, he thought, thinking back to Creekflow’s easy smile and friendly eyes. His mentor didn’t know that Bright had broken the rules just before becoming apprenticed; Creek didn’t know that Brightpaw might not deserve his suffix. A lot of other kits got held back for the same kind of stuff he did...even Goslingpaw had to wait, though admittedly, that was a much different situation.

Bright weaved through the nests, relying more on his sense of smell than his eyes (which he was too downtrodden to lift.) He just wanted to tell someone. He wanted to tell Frostpaw, one of his best friends in the entire clan. Maybe she would have some advice for him! Or—or, well. Something.

“Frostpaw…are you here? I, uh. Could we talk, maybe?”