Vee had always... Lost. He lost at many of the kit games he played, no matter how much he claimed to be the best, or how much of an ego he carried It. Was. Never. Enough.. And vee couldn't just- lose- that wasn't allowed! Maybe he'd just be remembered as the weakest cat in urchinClan.. -No. No way. He shouted inside his head anger fueling his emotions as he breathed heavily, claws clutching his nest in the nursery. He wouldn't be forgotten- he /couldn't/ be.. he, just couldn't. He'd be great. He'd leave a mark. His ear flicked, upon hearing the leader call the normal cerimonial words as always. He stood up, and headed out the nursery, eyebrows furrowed. After listening to the normal cerimonial words, as he touched noses with his mentor- he felt, diffrent. All that yelling, all that smug now seemingly so stvpid confidence- that didnt help you become great! No, no that wasn't what did. He, understood now- shouting didnt make anyone see you, losing, didn't help at all and didn't make anyone remember you. So he decided to try somthing new. He didnt carry that temper aloud anymore, no- this time, it was hidden, he now presented himself as calm, calculating and cold. He made sure, every sentence was short, but it stung and was meaningful. This, this, should do much more than yelling ever did. Not that his kit days didnt still effect him, no, that was far from the truth. Every failure, it sticks with him- forever. He'd never forget that apprentice that'd scarred him- never. He'd always remember every playfight he lost, every game of mossball or bug catching races- all of it. But, it wouldn't show- no, it couldn't show- it'd get in the way. Instead, he hid his secret insecurities within him. The ones that'd whisper his fears: being forgotten being weak being /nobody/ But, those wouldn't happen, no, he wouldn't let them. He'd still be the best warrior in his clan, and he'd be respected, weither it be through fear- or genuine respect.
(Sorry if this is bad, first srp of mine v.v ) Art is made by meh :3
