I'm so old. It's been 3 moons since my warrior's ceremony and although I'd been looking forward to it since...well, forever, my life felt so empty without the routine of it all. I peeked at my friend Mags, who's nest was next to mine. Stars...they're so beautiful. My mood soared along with the butterflies taking root in my stomach, but I shook this joy away hastily. I can't do anything, I can't mess up our friendship for these...these fickle feelings. Still, I felt a pressure to get a mate from my /mom/ indirectly, she always talked like once you got a mate, you were complete and you stayed together for the rest of your lives and that it was this super sugary sweet experience. Yeah, right. If it'd been like that I'd had a father. Sighing, I assured myself that these feelings would go away and if I pursued a relationship with them, it would only hurt them. Besides, someone that...beautiful, is bound to have someone else, they're unattainable. Beautiful cats, I mean. ((//WARNING: Might be cut-out because of meta gaming// Was I...just a trope? The cat in love with her best friend. Except there was little chance they'd come back for me.)) Grumbling, I turned to my other side, facing away from Mags. Besides, yelling at them probably ruined our friendship anyhow. I sighed, there was something on my mind that I'd been pushing off for far too long. Why did I feel good being called a they? I'd been experimenting with different pronouns in my head. And it...did cause an unexpected reaction. I mean, I'm fine with being called a she, it feels right. But, then again, being called a they produces the same seemed to fit me to the same level. Pondering led me down a long and interesting mental path. What exactly was I? How had I missed this crucial fact about myself? I wasn't too sure, the edges of my mind were as dark and mysterious as the minds of others. My uncertainty got me thinking, could I just go as, like, nonbinary, and decide on a set of pronouns for myself? Yes...that is what I would do, I thought, curling my tail around myself. She/they would do for now, giving myself time to figure out the inky, pitch black understanding of my gender. Curling around the flowers and feathers, my eyelids betrayed me, plunging my consciousness into the bewildering cosmos.
Daisydash now identifies as nonbinary and goes by the pronouns she/they _pride_ This is (sort of)based on my personal experience. This is what my thoughts look like, just a straight up group of tangents lmbo
