[[ Pointless therepy post. ]]
Swiftpaw yawned, sat down, and took a deep breath. The breeze felt nice where he was, watching the clouds breeze across the sky. It was only a matter of time before he found himself curling up in a little ball, taking deep inhales as the sun melted his fur. It was like all the walls that were held up around him, fell. He wasn’t Swiftpaw anymore. He was just a kit.
He liked being right here. Maybe he wouldn’t forever. Maybe the only reason he liked being there right then, was because he was safe. He still liked that spot.
The sound of the wind blowing past his ears was soothing, like with it was taking his troubles. His orange fur ruffled, trying to reach out and feel the air. He couldn’t though, but he imagined what it would feel like. Soft, comforting, warm. This was going to be his spot from now on.