What's Happening to Me? {SOLO | CLOSED}

She couldn't believe them.
Her mint eyes faltered, flickering with a dull gleam of loathing. How could she have been tormented like that? The agony had been intensely excruciating, like a blazing inferno searing through her heart. Featherpaw was livid. She had been tossed, slashed at, treaded on like a mere pest. With a shrill shriek of scorn that pierced through the air, she slashed thoughtlessly at her nest. Who cared if she had just alerted the whole Clan? They wouldn't have suspected that the source of such a screech had been from a 'mouse-hearted, pathetic coward'. The silky fur she possessed was now unruly and thickly dishevelled, from sunrises upon sunrises of weeping and thrashing, without caring for her once soft, perfect pelt. But that was the last thing she cared about right now.
Featherpaw recalled their smug faces, as they took pleasure in her pain. The two toms had teased and ridiculed her, they treated her like worthless crowfood. They had mocked her, made snide comments at her, laughed at her.
What they had done was unacceptable.
How dare they?

She couldn't keep on being a miserable pushover. She could no longer evade their torturous taunts. She couldn't remain a coward.

No.
It was time to change.

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