Ochre didn’t fit in. She had never fit in… That had to be why she was alone. Her mother must’ve known what she’d become. That had to be why she’d been left. Alone. In urchinclan. Where the toughest, most ruthless cats resided. And here she was— she laughed, mocking herself, as tears streamed down her face. The weight of expectation of her clan mates… they were loyal followers of the dark forest, cunning, ruthless, and powerful. She was soft, delicate, and— ah, she had better come out with it, much as it hurt her to admit it— pathetic. /pathetic/. Oh, now that would all change. She’d become colder and crueler than all of them. Show them that she didn’t care. After all, why should she? ——————————————————— Ah so basically she snaps and gets an evil arc, starts secretly mvrdering cats, and so on. Ofc she still feels the weight of not fitting in, but she has deepabyss keeping her from doing this <3333
