You know how hard it is? How hard it is to be positive, to think the world was bubbles and rainbows, and butterflies? Hard. Like maddeningly hard. And he almost couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like he was getting torn in pieces. He couldn’t break, he had to stay strong for Papa, for his older sister. He had to keep smiling, keep grinning like nothing would bother him. But things /did/ bother him. Foamflightless was getting restless of it. And that name? Another one of his flaws, another reason why he was getting torn in pieces. Left, right, up, down, everywhere it seemed like he couldn’t get a grip on himself. The world was smiles, he just had to keep telling himself that. If you smile, it’s be alright. Don’t get torn. Don’t get torn in pieces. His best friend, Sunriseglory. Foam couldn’t wait to tell xe that he was finally a warrior! Don’t get torn And Valor! Dazzly would surely love to hear about his accomplishment! Don’t get torn And then there was Wish, a friend he hadn’t seen in forever, but one of his oldest ones, the kindest Falconcat he had ever met! Foamflightless would surely visit him as well! Don’t get torn The days where he was the mossball slayer as a kit, hunting mossballs down and making sure that they would join Foamclan. The days with Legacywish, laughing alongside of her and learning things, proud to be her apprentice. And the days to come with Ophricleaner, training in the dark forest! Meeting new cats every day in the Barrens, his second home. Or maybe he spent more time there then Falconclan camp. The times that he accidentally trespassed on Pyroclan territory, and got caught by Terracotascar, unbeknownst that it was Sunriseglory’s parent. DONT GET TORN He had friends, family that needed him, that loved him. And he needed them too. Foamflightless needed the love hope knowledge friendship everything But the things kept coming back to him, his flaws. He had never actually flew in his entire life. Gliding was the only thing he actually could do. And he knew that some cats most likely called him names due to his cluelessness. He forgot so many things, specs of fuzz flying out of his brain, leaving quicker then they got there. His paws. Starclan, he couldn’t keep them upright. If he had counted how many times he tripped, it would be more then he could count. And he could count. But now all that was swinging around his head was his flaws, stuttering his steps, making him forgetful, telling himself that he can’t do it. he isn’t enough im… not… enough…
