12-14-2020, 04:21 PM
DRIFTING - FEATHER
To say she was lacking was... an understatement. She hadn't attended the last meeting, refusing to face the serval. And by that logic she refused the promotion. So she was missing out. So what? Didn't matter to her anymore. She blinked lazily, distantly, from her perch on a rock, before hopping off and walking out of camp.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗