꒰CRP ๑ Rabbitkit ๑ Rabbit, Ray, Rara ๑ She/her ๑ 8 moons ๑ Mossclan ๑ VC: Clémente Dearworth (Yaelokre) ๑ Ref: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1287803953/ ๑ ❝ You make an effort to care, but the ethics aren't there... ❞꒱ It was a petty thing, to get upset over what others called you. Was it not? Rabbitpaw dashed into a clearing, the trees above her still letting in large patches of sunlight - it appeared Newleaf was just getting started. A fallen log caught her attention, and her paws carried her over to it almost subconsciously, flopping down atop the soft emerald moss that laid atop the bark. The sound of the wind in the trees calmed Ray considerably, though the fact she could hear the evening birds call out was also quite nice. A small finch hopped down from a spot on a treebranch, its beady eyes staring at Rabbitpaw as she sulked. Rara noticed this, of course. Birds had always a soft spot, ever since kithood. "Hello." She meowed gently, quietly, as the bird hopped closer. It appeared that the finch was as interested in her as she was of it, as it ruffled its wings, eyes fixed on her as it neared the apprentice. "Have you ever been sad?" No reply. Rabbitpaw had to admit she felt a bit silly for talking to a bird. A /bird/, for Starclan's sake! "I guess you can't really /be/ sad, you're a bird. You can go anywhere you want! You can fly the skies without a problem, nothing really matters to you." A small sigh came from her as the bird just looked on curiously. There was a moment of silence before Ray decided to speak again, this time, tone more hushed, as if someone would be listening in to the confession. "Sometimes... I don't like when people call me a she-cat." Were the words even spoken at all? It seemed not, as the bird didn't seem to hear. It didn't matter though. "I mean, it's not like I want to be a tom, but... I'd rather everyone saw me as just... A cat." A small pause, as the finch tilted its head and continued to peck at the undergrowth. "Why does what you were born as matter so much anyways?" Still no reply. Only the rustling of leaves and continuous birdsong accompanied Rara as she spoke her thoughts. "Nobody will think I'm weird, right? I know plenty of cats who aren't fully a she or a tom, or neither, like Story or Endless, or Serenademarv..." She trailed off, not wanting to complete the last name. He had been gone for a while, she had accepted it, but the bold warrior that snuck a younger Ray out of camp had made more of a mark on their life than they wanted to admit. It was fang that had introduced them to the freedom outside the mossclan camp, after all. "...Or papa!" She said instead, though the bird paid no notice. A small sigh once again as Ray stood, leaping off her perch on the fallen log. Apparently she startled the bird though, as with quick wings, the finch darted into the treetops, leaving only a single feather in its wake. A small brown feather, that matched Rabbitpaw's mismatched brown eyes. With a small smile, she picked it up, and gently placed it on the opposite shoulder to where the two hummingbird feathers sat. Another small token of slowly finding themself. Maybe things would turn out all right after all. {ERP} + Unofficial accesory, Finch feather + Thoughts of being non-binary, threads I start will now have she/they as their pronouns + Even more of a fascination with birds /silly Credits: Music: Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake Writing & Art: Me/Mint/ (Yes I know my cursive sucks but its how I think Ray would write) Please do not trace, repost, feed to AI, or anything along those lines <3 /srs
