Post by Maple on May 14, 2018 10:58:18 GMT
About once a week Milkweed had a more thorough grooming than usual. His pelt grew far too quickly for his liking, and on this day he would spend his time cutting his fur. It was a task that relaxed him. A task that made him feel like himself. It was therapeutic in a way for the young tom. He never felt right in his body. It always felt like it belonged to someone else- someone who wasn't him. Until he cut his fur. Then, even if only for a week, he could feel like himself. And so he sat on the front porch of the Patrian cottage, listening to birdsong and nipping away at the fur on his forelegs. It was peaceful. It was healing.Perhaps it was how his mother had treated him growing up. She'd acted as though he was the spitting image of his father and had treated him distantly as a result. If only Pa hadn't died... Things would have been so much easier for the little tom. But he had, and now Milkweed was on his own.Maybe not entirely on his own. Bit by bit his circle of friends was expanding. He had Moss, Raccoon, and even Fir now! Though he usually found himself nervous around the last handsome tom. Milkweed wondered where his friends were right now. He could really use some help in getting the hard to reach places on the back of his neck and shoulders. But he didn't dare ask. No, Milkweed didn't want to be a burden on anyone. He hated the thought of someone becoming exasperated when he asked them to do something. He... didn't like to disturb his colonymates. They all deserved to be happy and have their time to themselves. He could do this himself.
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