indifference

Not only did Poem have a raven fledgling and he did not, but now he’d been humiliated by her. He still couldn’t believe that he had lost. To Poem. A dark paw splashed the water in front of him, sending a spray of droplets the opposite direction. Noir growled at himself, how was he going to get at Poem if he couldn't even win? She had taken him by surprise, sneaky. Cheater. That was it. Poem was a cheater. He’d have to get back at her by cheating as well. No matter what he had to win next time she started something with him.

He wouldn’t feel like this if she hadn’t interfered with he and Motif to begin with. She was the one that deserved to be attacked out of nowhere. He was the one who had been covered in stink bugs. Noir hoped he didn’t still smell, he had been doused in herbs by his father when he’d tried to come to bed. Surely he he smelled fully on aromatic herbs at this point. He still had phantom whiffs of the bugs though. That was the worst.

He splashed his paw into the water a few more times, the bright spring sun shining brightly onto the glittering droplets. He had to decide how to get back at Poem so he didn’t feel like this anymore. He pushed the thought down as it surfaced. He didn’t feel anything. He didn’t feel the hole that his mother’s absence created and he didn’t feel the humiliation of defeat. He hated the feelings, so he did his best to ignore them all.