The world remained perpetually askew atop unfamiliar origins.
The forest was land made unfamiliar; home by heritage, home by right of blood, yet just as cold and unfamiliar and alien as the austere peaks of faraway mountains. Crowded confines of tightly-knit trees and overgrowth spillage growing hostile in such a vicious sense of suffocation, the wide sky forever obscured by threadings of winter-barren branches. The sticky vestiges of a queer sense of homesick stubbornly welled high and vicious in the cavernous expanse of Kestrelpaw's chest, so very little clicking into place despite the newly-established residence of her family's true home. It was an embarrassing whisper of emotion to bear down upon, to find comfort in something so cruel and terribly not-yours- so she simply idled in the quiet underscoring of discomfort, throwing herself into Crocusfrost's teachings with a near devotional abandon.
Even now, Kestrelpaw took the miserable task of collecting moss with the utmost dedication, frightened by the prospect of being alone with her thoughts.
"Excuse me," there was a petulant note of irritation sharpening the coy mannerism, Kestrelpaw's words muffled by the heavy bundle of freshly-procured moss crammed between pristine teeth, "you are blocking the way, I cannot get by."
Little head titled skyward, soft chin and throat bared to the chilly winter sun with a quiet sense of grace, it was startling apparent to an observer that the young molly had no idea who she had bumped into. Though most of her peers and companions would dread the menial task of being made to collect bedding, especially with the wealth of a largely unexplored forest just beyond their awaiting pawtips, it was more placating to the ravenous beast of quiet sorrow to simply idle and hide away in the relative safety of camp. Even if it meant running head-long into Clanmates who weren't particularly sensitive or aware of the burdensome plight of retrieving fresh bedding.
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