srp . 8 moons . apprentice's den . tw: vague mentions of de4th Festivepaw had experienced many things these past moons. She had found Seedpaw’s body. Her father had passed away. Sadness. Yet she had made friends. And that was… joy. Yet below the surface a strange feeling bubbled. An aching confusion. Something wasn't right. Everything was just slightly off, a painting crooked. What was this feeling? What did it mean? Festivepaw’s strange feeling was only compounded by her grief for Seedpaw, and for Castorminnow. Maybe… maybe finding whatever was causing this aching feeling would bring her on the road to recovery. She took a deep breath, gazing up at the ceiling of the apprentice’s den. Her gaze followed the interwoven brambles, as she tried to discern her own emotions. Who was she, really? She swallowed, still staring at the den roof. She thought of her siblings. Of all of the cats she'd met. She felt… jealous. Jealous of some of them. They all seemed so confident. So sure of themselves. So knowing. What was he missing? Wait.. he? /He/. Festivepaw’s eyes widened as /he/ gazed at the ceiling. A feeling of liberation slid over him. This is what he'd felt all along. He.. he wasn't a she. The aching gap where is sense of identity should've been… it was filled. Liberated. He was himself now. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Festive now goes by he/him, if that wasn't clear from the rp! He's just discovered he's trans <33 To clarify, I myself am not transgender, so if any person who is genderqueer finds this and finds issue with it, please please let me know, and I can change it so it is more realistic to trans experiences ^^
