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featherkit was small, smaller than the average kit for her age. she could easily be called weak, or pathetic, for her size, and she didn't want that. if she was going to be a warrior, she was going to have to be stronger, and be recognized for it! getting four pieces of cloth, she put a rocks slighter bigger than her paws in the center of the cloth - one rock per piece of cloth - and tied them to her legs. swimming with restrictions would be harder, right? walking down towards the water, she got a few weird looks from npcs, but most just turned away and shrugged. getting to the river, she jumped in to a rather still from deep bit, paddling her legs as hard as she could possibly manage. the cloth soaked up the water and made the loads heavier, trying to drag her down, but featherkit tried to resist, trying to keep her head up, but was dragged under for a moment, only her muzzle breaching the surface. she was able to breath, but her legs were getting pretty sore from the constant kicking. it turned out to be a lot harder than she thought it would've been..
"don't give up!" she hissed at herself, dragged down again. the water was suffocating. gasping for breath, she managed to bring her head up long enough to take a large gulp of air before being dragged down again. giving a few more violent kicks, she pushed herself close enough to the shallows, pulling herself onto the shore of the river and collapsing, exhausted. maybe she should've asked for supervision or help.. "i can't do this right!"
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