| [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid white; height: 300px; width: 130px; background: url(https://33.media.tumblr.com/56…3alkJiQq1t96d7to1_400.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; height: 302px; width: 200px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; overflow: auto; height: 270px; width: 200px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: -15px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: georgia; color: white;]Shyly talking to someone, that was all she had remembered before she had fallen again. The face was currently blurred from her thoughts, like a mistake that couldn't be erased quite enough. But it was always strange. Why did she always fall asleep without her own permission? Usually, when she actually went to go to sleep at night, she would allow her mind to drift off into sweet tranquility, but her day-sleeping was sudden, unexpected. It could happen at any time of day, in the middle of a sentence, in a tree, in a dangerous and perilous situation. She was scared of it. It had always brought unwelcome thoughts to her head, speculation of what would happen if she fell asleep during a raid, or during when the clan was going to move. She hated every bit of it, and yet she couldn't stop it despite her tries. It was bad to be weak, that's what everyone had told her, but how could she be strong when she dropped like a fly in the most unexpected times? Shaking the unpleasant thoughts from her head, the young kitten rose to her small paws and fluffed her fur out. Her face seemed somber and melancholy, as though the thoughts she had been thinking of before hadn't truly left her mind. In fact, she was still thinking about them.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; height: 22px; width: 200px; margin-left: -15px;] [size=17px]© wildling ★[/size] |
[size=11px]— #macaroondaydream[/size]
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