//lmao i thought this might be fun since i probably wont make another Hare thread until his family com es
Thunderclan, the clans in general really, were very different to the barn.
They were very different from the loners he'd happily tailed behind.
They were different from the kittypets whom told stories.
They were different from the dogs that snapped and howled at his heels.
They were different from his family.
Names, position, food, rules, words.
It was all so different from the barn, from home-
No, it was home, Thunderclan was home, but... It was so different. He didn't quite understand it all yet, he was scared he never would and they'd kick him out. Was nearly a moon too long for him to still forget their proper rules?
He still shuddered in embarrassment when he learned he wasn't supposed to eat the prey he caught...when he caught it.
That was such an embarrassment.
But, sometimes, the differences only made his heart ache.
They didn't cuddle up and tell whispered stories every night, they didn't run wherever their paws could reach, they didn't leap for themselves.
They weren't his family.
The things they did, he understood them.
he understood the why and the how, he understood that much. But, they weren't the same. And, yes, he wasn't very old, he wasn't a creature of moons and moons of wisdom, but he'd had so much of his life set in stone.
The things he did.
It was hard to forget, and hard to replace.
Would they kick him out for it?
Would Coldthroat regret his choice?
Would Harrierstrike wish he'd yelled?
Would Bearmumble wish he had sent him off?
Would Pumpkinstar turn her nose up at him for failing where kits succeeded?
He didn't understand.
"S'all so weird... I done don' get it..."
It would be an embarrassment if he went and asked another cat for help.