[size=36pt]Atrophy[/size]
[justify] Atrophy sat on one of the desks in an empty classroom, glad to be away from the hustle and bustle of her Clan. The snowy she-cat stared at the blurred view of the outside from the dirty and crusted windows. She felt so, so empty—as if this place, this camp were sucking the life out of her. The camp itself seemed to have a dark presence hanging around it. She felt the moment you walked into the school; it was as if the air was forced out of her lungs and she was slowly being crushed.
But what did it matter? She wasn’t anyone important, so her opinion didn’t count. Plus it seemed as if SunClan were changing again, so in a few weeks everyone would have pushed the latest incident to the back of their minds. She wondered, not for the first time, if she had made the right choice in coming here.
The white she-cat bounded from the desk and over to the doorway; poking her head out and casting her nearly matching eyes around. To be honest, she didn’t care if she didn’t see a single cat, being alone and unnoticed was better sometimes than being noticed at all. Forever a wallflower, she thought with a wry smirk on her maw. She crept into the hall and towards the outside—fresh air, freedom.
She padded along enjoying the feel of grass under her paws. She trotted off and eventually came to a stop by a dead oak. She clambered up an old oak and rested on a sturdy branch, though she kept her ears pricked for the sound of pawsteps. Eventually, however, she forgot her task and lost herself in the mysteries of daydreaming. “Inquisitive and thoughtful, she was the challenge he'd been waiting for; a reminder that creativity runs deep like secrets. Dark eyed dreamers; they were a dangerous pair, Q next to U scribbled out on paper... They stop, they go, they're done.” The song bubbled out like an old rhyme and it was as familiar as her own name.
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