✿ we just wanna feel something
it was almost two moons late, but it still felt too soon. how could daisyfrost be a warrior already? the time had slipped by like a fish in the water, and suddenly her whole childhood was gone. a childhood she never got to fully experience. instead of playing games and sneaking out and doing all the things that defined what it meant to be a kit, her early moons were filled with lectures and isolation and "what if's." what if she'd been born to a family who showed their love in healthier ways? what if bloodclan never took over, and she was able to make friends, and do fun things? what if she didn't constantly feel like dying? she'd been trying so hard to go back and relive the past that she forgot about making the most of the present. and now, like a slap in the face, the future was here.
the new warrior sat near the edge of camp, a lone sentinel guarding skyclan from potential invaders to fulfill her vigil. she should be happy, excited, or at the very least tired. but staying up late was hardly special anymore; it was a nightly ritual of hers to lie sleepless, thinking about the world and how much it fucking sucked. all she felt was bitter as she reflected on the events that led her here. what was meant by her warrior name anyway? was "frost" a tribute to her mountain roots, or could it be for the subtle switch in her personality since returning from her visit to her old home? either way, the new suffix would be a constant reminder of her past, something she could never escape or redo. the cream she-cat felt an overwhelming sense of despair rush over her as the sun started to rise from beneath the horizon. time was passing too fast, and she was stagnant.