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Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 7, 2020 21:03:37 GMT -5
Twisterkit sorted the small pile of feathers intently, arranging them by prettiness outside the nursery. So far his favorite was the feather of a bluejay and of a cardinal. Blue and red, he decided this very morning those were his favorite colors. Now the feathers given to him by Roachpelt were his new favorite things as well. The small tom wasn't antisocial, per say, but he was away that most kits wanted to wrestle in the dirt and Twisterkit wasn't like that. He wanted to see pretty things and lay in the sun. Roachpelt called him an "old soul", whatever that me.
Claws gripped into the dirt as she stretched her forelimbs, her tongue curling upwards as she gave a big yawn. Her bright emerald eyes took a minute to focus and when they did, she spotted the striking colors of those feathers. How beautiful they were sitting in the brown dirt of the camp. Strawberrypaw padded over to where they lie, seeing the young kit there concentrated on them. When she reached them, a smile spread across her face, "They're so pretty, where did you find them?"
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 9, 2020 22:52:06 GMT -5
"Roachpelt," he mewed, looking up at Strawberrypaw with kind but suspicious eyes. Most cats ignored him. His closest friend was the scrappy old elder, Roachpelt. "He's one of the elders. I told him I liked pretty things and he told me he was collecting these for something but I could have them instead." That kindness had shocked poor little Twisterkit and cracked a bit of the shell he had around himself. But he didn't know Strawberrypaw or what she'd think of him, even if she had called his feathers pretty.
The young apprentice hadn't met Roachpelt yet, but he sounded lovely. She knew several cats had come in from the outside because of Ratstar's former community but she hadn't got around to introducing herself yet. Strawberrypaw smiled at the young kit once more. She wasn't too much older than him but he seemed so tiny. He seemed a little scared of her, and Strawberrypaw was the very last cat anyone should be afraid of. She lowered herself to the ground, tilting her head to the side, "Well that was awful nice of him. Which one is your favorite?" She asked him, hoping to calm him a bit. She never wanted any cat to be uneasy around her. Her role in this world was to bring light to others' lives, she just knew it.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 10, 2020 21:45:12 GMT -5
Twisterkit squinted at her a moment more before he decided to trust her. Why would she ask him about the feathers if she was a bully? Besides, she had seemed nice when he'd seen her around the camp a few days before. "These two," he poked the red and blue feathers, "Roachpelt said they were a cardy-cardinal and a bluejay. I think they are my favorite birds ever!" Twisterkit loved birds, especially the colorful ones and his voice betrayed his excitement as he rambled on, "this brown one is a sparrow and the black one is a... a crow I think."
