I Don’t Do Feelings — Littlepond

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    Dunekit






    Dunekit was having another panic attack. The kind where he couldn’t breathe, and was gasping and reaching for anything. Something to ground him. To hold him down, and remind him that he was there.


    But he was alone. As he always was. Not that being with another might help. Dunekit has found that it was difficult to connect with people. They were complicated. Feelings were complicated.


    Chest heaving, the dawn male sat by the river, glazed green eyes wide. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale.

    Everything was wrong. Too much stress. His brain always hurt. He didn’t want any of it. But he was helpless. There was nothing he could do.


    Get it together.


    Dunekit grit his teeth and sat up, his breathing still shallow and uneven, but he was okay for the most part.


    After calming down some, the male rolled over, staring at the sky. It was too light. To beautiful, when everything was all wrong. And that made Dune even more upset.


    Sighing, he sat up.

    He was a mess. If anyone found him out, he’d be in some hot water. Opposed to the cool river, heh.


    Weakly plastering his usual lazy smile on his maw, the boy turned around to walk home, when suddenly-


    “oh..! uh, Littlepond” the dawn brown male smiled weakly. “fancy meeting you out here?”


    // littlepond








    (c)trexgirl



    Littlepond had finally snatched up some time to herself to walk around the territory. Being the caretaker of a whole nursery of kits got exhausting, even for an experienced mother. She had left one of her older kids to watch over the young ones while she took some time off. As much as she worried about her newest litter, she trusted her warrior offspring to keep them out of trouble.


    However, midway through her walk, she caught a familiar scent. The nursery? Why does it smell like the nursery out here? The cream-pelted molly wondered, perplexed for a few moment before it clicked. "A kit! Oh StarClan what now?" The statement wasn't meant to be out loud, but her mind was focused on more precious matters. She knew it wasn't one of her kits, as their scents had been ingrained instinctually. Despite knowing it wasn't one of her children that was outside the camp, the queen took off in the direction of the scent.


    Her nose was pointed to the ground, so she didn't pay attention to the direction she was heading until she burst out from some bushes and found herself face to face with the swirling river. The molly's eyes were wild as she frantically scanned the water for the too-familiar floating body of a kit. When she didn't see one, a pit of dread formed in her stomach. She was just about to leap into the stream to search beneath the water when she was stopped by a meek voice.


    Littlepond paused, fear turned to confusion and then turned into anger. Her dark amber gaze slowly lowered to look at the kit. Her expression was of restrained frustration and her voice was stern. "Dunekit. Why are you here?" She asked, trying to keep herself from chewing him out. He could have died! He knows what happened to Miraclekit, Beekit, Eelpaw, and Prairiekit when they went to the river. He scared me half to death! I can't believe my kids allowed a kit to escape! I wonder if everyone else is okay? All these thoughts swarmed through her head, and it took everything in her power not to vocalize them.


    //I didn't proofread so theres prolly lotsa mistakes



    Dunekit






    Jolting our of his daze, the boy stiffened, and turned around to see some lady asking him something. She looked angry. Wait, no, she looked surprised. Dunekit couldn’t tell. He just knew she wasn’t happy with the fact he’d snuck out.


    Dunekit didn’t understand why what he did was wrong. He was alive wasn’t he? The boy was here, not floating down the river.


    Sniffling a bit, the boy shrugged. “I dunno. I mean, it’s very nice out here, dontcha think? I like how the water swirls and spins. It’s mesmerizing” he mewed, glancing back at the water.

    Dunekit was young, but a very very good liar. He didn’t think she’d suspect anything other than just a dumb kid looking for a thrill.


    “I wanted to try to catch a fish..!” he mewed, trying a cheery tone.









    (c)trexgirl



    "Don't you know what happened to the other kits who went exploring here?" Littlepond inquired, gritting her teeth. Her voice had softened slightly now that she knew his motive, but didn't completely lose its edge. "It's very dangerous out here. We have plenty of fish at camp, and you're too little to hunt anyways." She mewed, tail twitching with frustration. For StarClan's sake, the kit is barely old enough to even be out of the nursery! The taupe molly noticed, her scowl deepening. "Did any other kits escape with you?"



    Dunekit






    The sandy-colored male, exhaled softly, his breath rising and falling, trying to match the sounds of the river. It usually calmed him down. Tuning in with the world around him.


    Giving Littlepond a patient smile, the boy shook his head. “I know. But i’m not like them” he mewed hesitantly. “i’m careful. they weren’t paying attention” the boy explained, tilting his head to the side as if it was obvious he could take care of himself.

    “Even a small scrap like me can at least watch their paws” he chuckled.


    But Littlepond looked irritated and worried. Two emotions Dunekit didn’t understand in the slightest. He didn’t see what was wrong with what he did. Though he had lied. He told her he caught a fish. Not that he was having a panic attack again.


    The boy’s smile faltered, as he remembered the experience, but he quickly recovered. He was brand new, squeaky clean Dunekit now. Not sad confused lonely Dunekit.


    “Nah. They’re not smart enough to come with. One would fall in the river for sure” he mewed. “And hey, it’s not dangerous anymore. You’re here..!” he grinned lazily. “And i wouldn’t catch the fish just for the food. I’d want a real story to tell the others.”









    (c)trexgirl