weepingpaw ~ she / fae / they / theirs ~ crybaby - - - - - she sat outside of flurryclan, claws sliding in and out yet so fast, yet so slowly.. it was the same, no one changed, ever. every day in this wretched clan it was the same, no one had a new opinion on her, no one had even moved it felt. no one she will ever trust again. she hit a rock, halfway across camp it flew. why.. why!? WHY!? nothing happened, no one was a true cat, no one was real.. she wasn’t.. crybaby now knew why she had given herself this name, because she cried over yet so small details that no other cat cared about at all. crybaby ran out of camp, padding the large field. The river over there, flowing the same way, never changed. ever. why didn’t she trust anyone, because they were fake in both ways. they lied, and who knows, they may just be side characters to her own story. or she may be the side character to someone else’s. … cry thought for a long moment about the cat she had attacked not even a moon ago, it felt like today. It felt like everyday was the last. they ran off, was she / that / scary..? They didn’t even fight back.. she chuckled, sitting down at the stream and hitting it with her paw. she was so stupid, how didn’t fae catch those details yet.. that everyone was just fake, not real, never real. fae thought about kua.. … he was real.. right? but she wasn’t.. he called her a ghost. this was not ping’s this was crybaby’s turn. … when will the cycle discontinue. when..
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