Welly felt at the piece of work he had just drew. He could feel the spongy dirt in his claws. The drawing was of a bird. He had never been up close with one, but had been able to sense them up in the sky above. He had added little black rocks for eyes. Eyes… what even were the purpose of them? He sighed. He would only really know if he had them.. Welly’s mind began to wander, drifting off into the sky without anything better to do. Hours passed, with Welly lying in the dirt of the nursery, tucked into a corner, where the smell of rotting roots was strong. Ricky was off doing something, he didn’t know what. As the moons passed, Welly found his sister growing apart from him, always away in camp. He was so bored.. There wasn’t anything to do around here. Welly started to slowly gather a pile of dirt with his paws, scooping it off the ground. So bored…. As the pile of dirt grew, Welly began to separate it, sculpting tiny mushrooms, trees, a river, a bush. He made little cats. Him, Ricky, Echoessence, Vinnie, Snipspire. A bird, a worm. Welly finally turned to look at his creation. He had made a mini world, but upon looking at it, Welly stomped on it and turned away. Stupid… no one would ever get him.. Tears rolled down his fluffy cheeks. Childishly, he hoped someone would comfort him, but who? He didn’t have any parents as far as he was concerned, and he didn’t even have any friends in the clan… Silently, he curled up in a ball, and went to sleep. ..⃗•̩̩͙ Srp ¸❛ Poor little baby :'( I hope he finds a way to get over his anxiety ❜ •'. Weavingkit • He/Him . • https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1382901954/ ..Wovenclan ¸. Kit ༉‧₊. Welly ˚. •̩̩͙ .
