It was strange, seeing a look of pride on her families's faces. She had never seen it before, but Deadpaw understood how much it must mean to other cats, ones who actually received it more than once in their lives. His words rang true, that he had given her a chance, that he had been willing to let her try. But it still seemed so conditional. It was always something she had to fix, some standard she had to reach. Still, it was nice, so very nice, to have even a hope, a chance of some way to make her family like her laid out for her, and Deadpaw couldn't help but nod, imagining a (highly unlikely) future of her and Wolffang and Rosebriar eating prey and hunting together.
Taking a step back along with her brother as she continued to digest all the words he was saying, and there were quite a lot of them, Deadpaw nodded again, mewing
I would like to prove myself worthy of being a valuable member of Windclan. It was almost as if she was hypnotized, forgetting so many things as her desire for being accepted by her family rose quickly to the top of her mind. @
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