Forgive Me If I'm Wrong

It was Heather who stirred him from his light sleep. With a frown Alfred uncoiled, looking upon his sister with a bit of a sad look before looking away. “I’m not feeling that well today...” Alfie confessed before letting out a sigh. That anxiety was rising within him, nervousness eating away at his very being as he looked back to his littermate. His ears lowered... He had noticed that Heather hadn’t been around him since the last time they spoke, and he shifted uneasily, focusing his gaze on his sister. “You’re mad at me... Aren’t you...?” He asked, his voice a quiet whimper. He didn’t want any of his siblings to be mad at him but... Had it been because he’d disappeared for so long? Went looking for their mother? The young male lowered his head, not wanting to look his sister in the eyes in case she started to yell at him or something.