*** you with an anchor

Sparrow was in an unexpectedly sour mood. She felt as if she hadn't been making any progress or connections lately. She needed to feel like she was getting somewhere. The anticipation of a raid in the future made her even more restless. Sparrow felt the need to do well and to impress those around her. She wanted to be someone they thought was cool and maybe not totally serious, but still somewhat respectable. Not that she would admit it, but she wanted to be a lot like her uncle. He was an alpha, but he kept his relationships normal. She wanted to be someone like that when she was a leader.

But she was also torn- leader of what? She was going to be an adult sooner or later and that ate at the back of her mind too. Did she want to continue here under Tyr or did she want to really strike out and try to become a pirate? She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted anymore. All of this added to her inner turmoil and grumpiness. She spend the morning tearing out the inside of her den, getting it ready to lay down new furs in the widened space as she grew even larger.

After that she took a while to bathe off, fix her fur, and now she stretched herself up the trunk of a tree, her nails plucking away at the bark to sharpen them. She felt like she had gotten too fat to really use them to climb. Not that she was actually fat, just growing into her form. But she wanted to be lithe and agile, climbing through the trees and taking down unsuspecting enemies by swooping down from above. Why couldn't she have been born a cat instead of a wolf? Why was everything so annoying today?

WC: 305
Fall, Year 14 Fighting prompt