' when dreamers stop dreaming ' a seerpaw srp loading... ... ... ... what was even the point? she had tried hard hadn't she? she had learned everything she could, she had been polite and said 'please' and 'thank you' and everything else that made her a good cat. but nobody appreciated it. she had been forced to visit the medic stupid illness and everything came crashing back to her she hated it hated that she felt that much emotion over something- something so- stupid. she stood from where she had been sitting by the edge of camp she would stand vigil tonight, that would mark her acceptance into being a warrior and she would train and hunt and patrol everyday she would give every part of herself even if it hurt tides- she knew it would hurt she knew she would hate it but whatever fine she would have to learn to get over herself and accept it. she exhaled inhaled exhaled inhaled then made her way outside camp to guard and stand watch schooling her face into a mask so you couldn't see her expression. and she counted the hours one two three four five six seven eight .. nine ... ten .. eleven........ twelve. twelve. she was a warrior now.
a bit of a short srp! seerpaw is gonna start being buff and overworking herself sobs ;-;
