Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 20:54:23 GMT -5
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∂ση'т gєт тσσ ¢ℓσѕє, ιт'ѕ ∂αяк ιηѕι∂є, ιт'ѕ ωнєяє му ∂ємσηѕ нι∂є, ιт'ѕ нωєяє му ∂ємσηѕ нι∂є
Ravenkit said nothing for a moment, still lost in her own world of grief before looking up, only her coal colored eyes poking out from underneath her paws. "Another d-daddy?" She asked shakily, trembling.
She thought back to her own real father, sitting in the medicine cat den, deaf to the cats around him, blind to the world of the living, his eyes locked on some distant place, filled with fear and regret and anger so powerful that it chilled Ravenkit to her bones.
She thought of before, of how she had watched the fathers of other kits play with their kits, laughing and purring, their eyes sparkling with joy and laughter, not with emptiness and sadness.
She thought of even earlier, before her mother's death, when she curled up in the corner of the nursery, watching her father play fight and train with her other siblings, but whenever she tried to join them they shook their head, giving Ravenkit a pitying look and telling her she was too small, too skinny, unlike her family, who were all long furred and bright gingers and beautiful sand colored pelts and blue and green sparkling eyes.
She thought, that even before her mother's death, she had been treated as an outsider, because she wasn't strong and big, or didn't have bright, beautiful colored pelts or astonishing green or blue eyes.
She thought of how alone she felt, of how she different she was compared to her family, or the other kits, or the whole world as far as she knew.
She finally cleared her throat, her body relaxing, her fur lying flat and her ears perking up.
"I think..." She mewed, gazing at Redheart with a clear, loving gaze that hadn't appeared in a long time.
"I think I'd like that."