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The sun was setting on the horizon, colouring the sky with various shades of reds and yellows along the surface of the ocean. The blues were slowly setting in from above, and the air is becoming increasingly cold. Pebble sat there, his claws unsheathing and sheathing back again with uncertainty. The tip of his tail flicked as he watched his mother walk away from him. He was not shocked to know that she had no interest in spending time with him, but it did not hurt him any less to be rejected by his own mother, yet again. She has only ever accepted to spend time with him when he'd follow her as she did her usual duties as a Gatherer. Taking time away from her basking or napping to have a one on one chat with him, or even ask about how he is, that's unheard of to her. She just never seemed to find anything wrong with how she acted, how neglectful she was. He has witnessed regular families interacting within the colony, and he knows what neglect is, but he couldn't help making excuses for her. 'Maybe she's exhausted' He'd think. 'She'll come around eventually' He'd try to convince himself. He knew full well both of those are just lies to make his heart ache less, but it never worked.

The tom sat there waiting until his mother was out of sight, desperately choking back. His fur bristled with a slight hint of fury; fury, he has not felt ever since he was a fresh trainee. Pebble picked himself onto his paws and padded his way to his cave, his head hanging low with defeat. By the time he made it to the cave, he was blinking away tears as they welled up in his eyes. He wished nothing more than to curl up in his nest and forget about everything, but his mind was whirling with a mix of excuses for his mother's neglect and anger that his only kin would do this to him. Whatever did he do wrong for her not to want him as a mother would? His heart ached, it ached, and it ached. He couldn't handle these feelings that much, he never was able to.

Lifting his massive paws, he unsheathed his claws and raked them harshly against the cave walls, slamming his head into it. All the tom could muster up was a choked yowls that reduced into quiet whimpers. Letting all the tears that welled up, roll down his snout, making his vision blurry. He felt lightheaded and drained as he let out all of his frustrations. His eyes were heavy and tired, and he couldn't focus on anything going on around him. Quietly, he dragged his tired legs to his nest, curling up within it. There was nothing but silence for the rest of the night.

Follow up to this:

Strained-Bond
Petals
Fullbody: 65 Petals
Literature: 95 petals

Total: 35 Petals

Balance: 750 petals

Description

The sun was setting on the horizon, colouring the sky with various shades of reds and yellows along the surface of the ocean. The blues were slowly setting in from above, and the air is becoming increasingly cold. Pebble sat there, his claws unsheathing and sheathing back again with uncertainty. The tip of his tail flicked as he watched his mother walk away from him. He was not shocked to know that she had no interest in spending time with him, but it did not hurt him any less to be rejected by his own mother, yet again. She has only ever accepted to spend time with him when he'd follow her as she did her usual duties as a Gatherer. Taking time away from her basking or napping to have a one on one chat with him, or even ask about how he is, that's unheard of to her. She just never seemed to find anything wrong with how she acted, how neglectful she was. He has witnessed regular families interacting within the colony, and he knows what neglect is, but he couldn't help making excuses for her. 'Maybe she's exhausted' He'd think. 'She'll come around eventually' He'd try to convince himself. He knew full well both of those are just lies to make his heart ache less, but it never worked.

The tom sat there waiting until his mother was out of sight, desperately choking back. His fur bristled with a slight hint of fury; fury, he has not felt ever since he was a fresh trainee. Pebble picked himself onto his paws and padded his way to his cave, his head hanging low with defeat. By the time he made it to the cave, he was blinking away tears as they welled up in his eyes. He wished nothing more than to curl up in his nest and forget about everything, but his mind was whirling with a mix of excuses for his mother's neglect and anger that his only kin would do this to him. Whatever did he do wrong for her not to want him as a mother would? His heart ached, it ached, and it ached. He couldn't handle these feelings that much, he never was able to.

Lifting his massive paws, he unsheathed his claws and raked them harshly against the cave walls, slamming his head into it. All the tom could muster up was a choked yowls that reduced into quiet whimpers. Letting all the tears that welled up, roll down his snout, making his vision blurry. He felt lightheaded and drained as he let out all of his frustrations. His eyes were heavy and tired, and he couldn't focus on anything going on around him. Quietly, he dragged his tired legs to his nest, curling up within it. There was nothing but silence for the rest of the night.

Follow up to this:

Strained-Bond
Petals
Fullbody: 65 Petals
Literature: 95 petals

Total: 35 Petals

Balance: 750 petals