it ain't me

Tyranis yawned and stretched out his small paws, momentarily rubbing against the warmth of his mother’s fur before opening his marigold eyes. It took time to focus but as soon as they did they zeroed in on the fading form of his sister and narrowed. His sisters were awful but Derecho was the worst. She thought she was so cool , always sneaking around Abaven, and making their mother worry. “What’s so great about her?” He thought as she silently moved further and further away from the den. He waited to see just how far she strayed from the den and after a certain point he rose to his own paws an bumbled clumsily after her. He was going to show her that she wasn’t that great, or special, and he was going to knock her down a peg or two. “Where ya going Durrecho?” He asks with a cutting tone, making sure he drags her name in the way only an idiot would. Why exactly he hated any of his sisters was a mystery. None of them had been particularly unkind to him, or mocked him, and yet he still felt as though they had inherently wronged him.

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