“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you at last.” (DuskStar)

[[happy holidays! I'll reply to you all when I'm not busy, haha. Whoops! 😅]]

“All the time,” Skystar commented. (DuskStar)

“What so you suggest we do, @Driftingdeath22?”

“🖤💛🤍Dylan🤍💛🖤, it's gonna be okay, I'm here for you.”

With a soft gaze, Skystar asked, “Is there anything else you need?” (@Mlp_B_Storm)

towards Hᴀɪʟᴘᴀᴡ.. Typically a good-natured cat, the local tom had no intention of intimidating the apprentice, merely investigating. ~

Perhaps Hᴀɪʟᴘᴀᴡ. could be a friend or future ally, Skystar thought, as he hurried along, ready to greet this stranger.

“That you're a good kit. And not the only survivor of your litter, right?” (DuskStar)

“Why would she hate you?” (DuskStar)

“Where to?” (@Mlp_B_Storm)

“You shouldn't have to get used to anything other than what you want. I should know.” (🖤💛🤍Dylan🤍💛🖤)

Skystar watched @Driftingdeath22 in wide-eyed horror.

“Then how do you know?” (DuskStar)

“She is? I missed that memo.” (@Mlp_B_Storm)

He chuckled lightly. “Well then. You can't just go around assuming the world hates you.” (DuskStar)

“Oh. The Gathering.” (@Mlp_B_Storm)

“I know it's hard sometimes, 🖤💛🤍Dylan🤍💛🖤.” Skystar spoke gently, kit-soft and comforting. “But you're strong. You can get through it.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but again, nothing came out. He was left tharn like a fish out of water. (@Driftingdeath22)

[[if you didn't get the hint: I am alive. I'm just not super inspired to write these days.]]