04-07-2020, 05:12 AM
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she'd always enjoyed alone time. born to a litter of five in a busy period of the nursey's life, she'd seldom gotten it growing up, constantly surrounded by peers. thornykit, thornypaw, thornybriar, she'd never been known as the most palatable riverclanner, something she'd so often blamed on never getting a damn second to herself. even as a young deputy, and not long after a young leader, she hadn't felt any need to feign niceness. she wasn't there to be everyone's best friend, and she wasn't there to coddle the mild sensibilities of those around her. some felt her blunt, blatant personality was refreshing; others rolled their eyes and murmured what a self fulfilling prophecy her name was.
and while there were certainly plenty of other reasons to her nature, she chose to blame it on the fact that she was an introvert, and that the camp would always force people far too close to her for her own liking. thornystar valued alone time, and when she got the opportunity to go on solo patrols, and solo hunts, she was always slightly nicer. not much, but it delayed the eye rolls and the scoffs and the huffs and puffs.
except, she'd spent the morning on a solo mission, patrolling the windclan border and then going for a hunt, and yet there the calico stood, in the middle of a path, tail low and ears flattened, hunched over and releasing a series of low curses and muttering. though she'd enjoyed an introvert's morning, it'd been interrupted by a little bout of irony: a thorn had buried itself into her paw, making thornystar especially... thorny.
she'd always enjoyed alone time. born to a litter of five in a busy period of the nursey's life, she'd seldom gotten it growing up, constantly surrounded by peers. thornykit, thornypaw, thornybriar, she'd never been known as the most palatable riverclanner, something she'd so often blamed on never getting a damn second to herself. even as a young deputy, and not long after a young leader, she hadn't felt any need to feign niceness. she wasn't there to be everyone's best friend, and she wasn't there to coddle the mild sensibilities of those around her. some felt her blunt, blatant personality was refreshing; others rolled their eyes and murmured what a self fulfilling prophecy her name was.
and while there were certainly plenty of other reasons to her nature, she chose to blame it on the fact that she was an introvert, and that the camp would always force people far too close to her for her own liking. thornystar valued alone time, and when she got the opportunity to go on solo patrols, and solo hunts, she was always slightly nicer. not much, but it delayed the eye rolls and the scoffs and the huffs and puffs.
except, she'd spent the morning on a solo mission, patrolling the windclan border and then going for a hunt, and yet there the calico stood, in the middle of a path, tail low and ears flattened, hunched over and releasing a series of low curses and muttering. though she'd enjoyed an introvert's morning, it'd been interrupted by a little bout of irony: a thorn had buried itself into her paw, making thornystar especially... thorny.