[ 013. "An Endless Sea" || Contest Entry ]

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[ 013. "An Endless Sea" || Contest Entry ] "I like my pit... I want to stay..." - Hello hello, and welcome to my contest entry! This is a Whispermelody SRP, in which Whispy tries to conquer her fear of crowds :] I don't have much else to say, but I hope you enjoy! [Drained of writing after all that,, :wheeze:] - "An Endless Sea" Voices. Voices, to most, meant safety. Comfort. Home, even, to some. Yet... they always had an eerie feeling lurking in their shadows that most ignored. But... Whispermelody simply couldn't. As the small, calico cat sat in a corner of Windclan's camp clearing, tail wrapped tightly around themselves, they watched the cats bustle about in their daily routines, speaking to one another here and there. Her eyes darted from here to there, watching how they did it with such... /ease/. Use their voices, that was. Whenever the little cat tried herself... nothing but a shy, quiet, stuttery sound emerged. It was the fear. The feeling of /dread/. It, day after day, kept her mouth clamped shut. Tied to the ground. Whispermelody shuffled her paws, eyes glittering sadly. They wanted to speak, so badly, but what if others thought she was strange for it...? /No/. That was stupid. Whispermelody flicked an ear, standing up with a wobble. It was time for that eerie feeling to leave once and for all. And they were the only one, they felt, that could do it. - A sea of cats pooled around Whispermelody, shaking her to her core. //I have to do this,// they thought, taking deep breaths. Her eyes flickered fear for a split second, before she took the first step into the cats. Voices erupted all around, and Whispermelody winced. But... they remembered. They remembered the promise they had made to themselves. The promise that... they'd be braver. That they'd speak to new cats. To /try new things she had never done before/. She drew in another quick breath, wading deeper into the endless cats. More voices. More sounds. More overwhelming things in general. //Block them out. It's okay, no one cares.// Whispermelody glanced around, noticing this. No one cared about them. Not a single head turned in her direction. A small smile formed on their face, and they took another step, realizing this wasn't so bad... Another. Another. Another! With each step, the little calico grew better. More... confident in themselves. Her smile grew bigger, and with a little laugh to herself, she found herself bounding past the cats. //This isn't so scary!// - When Whispermelody finally made it to Windclan's prey pile, they picked up a rabbit and a small bird. Not all for herself. For... a special cat that helped her. The cat that gave her the courage they always needed. /Myrtlemelody/. With a few nods and smiles to random cats in the clan, she made her way back through the crowd with confidence. /She... did it/. The voices, they realized... were only eerie because she had never listened to the other tone they had embedded into them. /Joy/. /Peace/. /Fun/. These are all things Whispermelody had never heard in random voices, but... they heard it /all/ now. They knew, deep down, the voices would slowly turn eerie again in her mind, but the little moment they would remember for the rest of time. And that's all that mattered to the little cat.