No One Can Reach Me Down Here

Ever since the last meeting, there had been a bit of tension in the air. The petite girl didn't like it, and she dove even further into drawing herself away from the others. She was afraid that something big was going to happen. That, and Dad had said that they needed to pick what rank they wanted to start training for. Finch was still torn over that, she wasn't going to be a fighter, and she didn't like flowers as much as Starling did. But her father had spoken of a messenger rank, that they had to be quiet and quick at getting places. Maybe she would do that... Letting out a sigh she leaned against the opening of the family den, and even though they were 6 months old she still didn't like to leave it. It was her security blanket, there was always something at her back so she didn't have to constantly look behind her. She knew that the pack was a safe place, but Abaven had changed a bit. The air was thicker since Aunty Rhythm left, and now Bass wanted to focus on making their pack stronger. The girl pulled her ears back to her skull, letting out a small whine. She wasn't very strong, so she wouldn't be a very good helper for that. She just wanted to do something, to actually feel like she was worth something. But fear and anxiety held her back, stopped her from truly reaching her full potential. A small whine left her maw, eyes casting downwards towards her pale paws. Would she ever be worth the time of day?