All That Im Not

Brave, witty, funny.

Things that Songpaw wasn't.

She wasn't especially strong, she didnt have very many friends at all.

She was... alone, and the apprentice didn't like that. If she wasnt popular, or brave, or strong, or smart, or even funny, what was she? Her mother was dead. her father was dead. All of her siblings were dead. Her aunt was dead. The golden she-cat really was alone. Ferretnose was her only remaining kin. And, truthfully, that was as good as having a bluebird as a grandmother with how forgetful the elder had become in recent moons.

Thinking back, songpaw had never not known a time of bloodshed. Having been born under asylums rule, it honestly was the only thing she knew. Blood. Songpaw looked down at her paws, big, and multitoed. More toes than a cat should have. Bear claws. Beecloud had had bear claws, too, and lion fangs like she had. Eaglepaw had also had bear claws, when he'd been alive

A sigh escaped her maw, and her eyes drifted up to the trees. The life of a bird was much easier. If something pained them, it was easy to fly away from it. Songpaw wished she had that freedom, but she didn't, and she would never know the feeling of flying, or of having the wind blowing through her fur as she soared through the clouds.

Frowning, she distanced herself from her thoughts. The tabby turned around, and padded back into the den, trying to go back to sleep