06-20-2018, 05:26 PM
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He doesn't like to walk much, nor does he like to venture very far out of his den, let alone consider exploring beyond camp. It's wishful thinking, and he knows it, but despite the fact that he's always been relatively content in his little world, he can't help but feel envious of the people born healthier than him. (He keeps trying to tell himself that this must have been done with intent, for StarClan has placed him on a path of healing, but it still feels rather... odd to know that he's never had any other option, unless he wanted to live as a deadbeat for the rest of his life.) As such, he spends most of his time sat in one place, and it's boring, but it's the way things work, and he's never known anything different. It's what he's doing now, batting absentmindedly at a pebble and swaying like a branch in a storm, seeking some sort of respite from the creeping wave of apathy threatening to swallow his little mind whole.
❪ ♔ ❫  ❝ I WISH THAT I COULD JUST BE BRAVE. ❞
[align=center]He doesn't like to walk much, nor does he like to venture very far out of his den, let alone consider exploring beyond camp. It's wishful thinking, and he knows it, but despite the fact that he's always been relatively content in his little world, he can't help but feel envious of the people born healthier than him. (He keeps trying to tell himself that this must have been done with intent, for StarClan has placed him on a path of healing, but it still feels rather... odd to know that he's never had any other option, unless he wanted to live as a deadbeat for the rest of his life.) As such, he spends most of his time sat in one place, and it's boring, but it's the way things work, and he's never known anything different. It's what he's doing now, batting absentmindedly at a pebble and swaying like a branch in a storm, seeking some sort of respite from the creeping wave of apathy threatening to swallow his little mind whole.
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❝ I WISH THAT I COULD JUST BE BRAVE. ❞  ❪ TAGS. ❫