a petal tore beneath his paws. it hurt more than it should have. another broken flower crown added to the pile of scraps and disappointments. maybe preciouspaw belonged there too. he wasn't good at anything. fighting? he was weak. stealth? even starclan could hear him. weaving and crafting was the only hope he had left. the only thing that comforted him. the only thing that he considered himself "good" at. all this time he’d been using weaving as an excuse. an excuse to not be as skillful in other areas. the pile of torn flowers clearly proved that this was no excuse. that thin piece of thread holding himself together was severed. preciouspaw didn’t know what to do. his warrior ceremony was soon, but he wasn’t really great at everything. he felt like he didn’t deserve to be a warrior. his friends surely did. but not him. while his peers either excelled at stealth or strength, he felt like he was none. not to mention he already felt different. his rounder features and smaller muscles didn’t match that of his other male apprentices, who stood proudly with more pronounced jowls. and his stubby little tail. no proud banner waving behind him everywhere he walked. instead, just a short patch of fur that was barely considered a tail. but this never bothered him. and yet, all of a sudden it did. the sudden urge to fit in. the sudden urge to be strong like the others. the sudden urge to be “normal.” why couldn’t he just be that? during his kittenhood things had been fine. he just played with the others. they didn’t care. he just had a happy and energetic demeanor, and gotten away with that. so why would they now? heart clashed with mind. sensibility fought with sense. preciouspaw didn’t know what to think or feel. he didn’t know who he was. so many questions raced in his head. he’d always been carefree, and saw the good in everything. but now he felt lost. it was like a mask he didn’t know existed crumbled. and yet still, time would move on without him. the ceremony would continue on as usual. the sun would rise and set. it didn’t matter how he looked or what he was good at. so maybe he should just take it one day at a time for now.
posted a minute before his ceremony <3 i’m very unsatisfied about the ending, so I will probably change it later. kickoff for precious’s 5-week lore srps! basically I’ll be writing an srp every week for five weeks that’ll be a continuation of the last. they will all be based on their own individual songs (this one was birdbrain.) I am really excited, as this will be a major point in his character development!
