Catsim Event #2

  Brackenburr's ears perked up, "Satisfied..?" They echoed softly to themself, thinking. The mottled ginger cat used to hang around the old she-cat when they were a kit and apprentice, but with the busy life of a warrior they can't find the time. They were silent for a few moments, then sighed and lied next to Softbird. "Yes, I am satisfied, but I have much more to accomplish as a warrior before I'm completely satisfied. I hope to have kits, and maybe be a deputy one day..." Brackenburr watched the clan hustle about, "There are a lot of cats here, but you can't tell a cat not to have kits, It's not right. I'm always busy with hunting. I guess we have so many cats because there are no other clans to compete with. It's hard to live with so many cats that judge you constantly," they dug their claws into the grass as they looked away,  "Most cats don't like me."

  In the corner of their eye, they saw the tired old cat's gaze change from interest to sympathy.

  "But I have a few friends," Bracknburr smiled as they saw Poppysplash walk past, "Poppysplash is very kind to me, and she actually enjoys my company. And my apprentice, Pebblepaw, thinks highly of me, despite me being snarky and arrogant..." Sighing, they rested their chin on their paws. "I make cats not like me, though. I have a short temper, I'm smug, and I'm harsh..." The lithe cat gazed up at her, voice cracking as they spoke, "Do you know what that's like?"

   Without waiting for an answer, Brackenburr stood up, "I think I should be going, I'm late for a patrol. It was nice talking to you." They walked away, greeting Wolfspark at the camp entrance with a soft 'hello'. Brackenburr glanced at Softbird, then disappeared through the entrance.