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/mood/title song here!
rip here's more of mids being pathetic lmao
skip to the bottom iyw, idk
With a start, the apprentice opened her eyes.
She wasn't so sure why she was so excited on her birthday. The kitsune supposed she'd always treated it as a special day, even though her father wasn't big on birthdays or holidays. Her mother did coddle her on special occasions, so she figured that that was the reason for her hype. The apprentice hadn't told anyone it was her birthday. Sadly enough, no one seemed to want to know, and there was no way she was just going to proclaim it to the world. That would have made her feel like Damiano's protege, and some part of her knew that not many would care to keep track, anyhow. It was pathetic how she simply expected people to already know, since once they knew, they would automatically care at least a little bit.
...Right?
She hadn't been the center of attention very often, so although she craved what she should have received on a birthday, she almost rejected the notion of it happening. Mids wasn't special enough to be celebrated, but... maybe she could pretend like she was. She was an excellent pretender- Leanna could attest to this. Or not really. Lea was just her imaginary friend.
Trotting downstairs in a gleeful trance, the kitsune decided to try making herself some cupcakes- the vanilla birthday flavor. Perfect for the occasion. Eagerly, she created the batter, being less harsh with herself whenever she accidentally allowed a drop of batter to fly somewhere. Today was her birthday. That could be excused.
Gingerly, the fem inserted the tray of cupcakes into the oven before deciding to wait. Being a patient creature, waiting was not much of a problem to her. It was how she spent that time and how it was handled that really concerned her. Suddenly, scatterbrained blackblood realized that hey, there could be a chance of her parents showing up, maybe. Because today was special.
Today was her birthday.
Someone had to remember, right? Surely it had to be her parents, since she'd been so tight-lipped about her birthday around her clanmates. Thinking to take a quick walk outside, she grabbed the cloak she'd found not long ago and headed out into the winter cold. Could the snow possibly prevent her parents from showing up that day?
Maybe, but it was her birthday, so she had to keep hopeful.
Not too hopeful, because she had the tendency to jinx things up and let herself down by expecting too much from people who shouldn't have cared.
Trudging around close to the border, she kept searching the snow for any dragon or jaguarundi tracks. Although her nose was numb with cold, she kept swinging her head in attempts to catch either of their scents. Nothing, but that was alright. Cold dulled her senses and snow could easily cover up tracks if the clouds felt too tired to hold it in.
Time passed and her search efforts were fruitless. That was, however, until she came across a package, addressed to her, though no one was there to greet her. She was unaware of the eastern dragon watching his confused daughter from the shadows. Slowly, she came to a realization, and eagerly looked around.
But there was no one there.
Her father's scent was faint- if he had dropped off the package, he probably hadn't bothered to stay long. But... at least he'd brought her a present! Upon closer inspection, the package had her mother's handwriting on it, which was odd, considering her father's scent was around the area. He did leave a letter, so maybe she'd read it later.
Maybe she'd read it another day. Mids wasn't too keen on the idea of being scolded in a letter on her birthday, so maybe she'd wait until later on in the day to read it. At least if it ruined her day, there would be less of it to ruin.
For a couple minutes longer, she remained, hoping to catch sight of the dragon despite how he scared the living crap out of her. Shoulders sagging slightly, she picked up the package and returned home more lethargically than she'd arrived.
The cupcakes!
Oh no, get 'em out of the oven, quick! She hadn't spent that long outside, had she? Well, they weren't a complete waste, but they were still burnt pretty badly. Perhaps if she put some icing on it...? Maybe... it would still taste good. She could open the windows and let the smell of burnt pastries air out to save the kitchen.
It was still the 10th. It was still her birthday.
Midnight was pretty ignorant on most things, but she knew that birthdays weren't usually supposed to go this wrong. Perhaps she was demanding too much, but she justified herself with the excuse that she didn't do it very often. Maybe she was just a lowlife after all. She asked for too much. Slumping down on the chair she had seated herself in, she finally gave up.
She wasn't special. If anyone had the name Midnightpaw, their birthdays would probably never be special.
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