Nothing Else To Say

Blurb
When Violet's friends teased her about her looks, she turned her back. No matter how many times they call for her, she doesn't got back to them. And when one of the toms she used to liked came over and made her compromise, she opened up to him. "If I can prove to you that I don't hate you because of your looks, will you accept me?" Violet only replied. "If you can."

Only one cat can really help me. Only one cat actually knows how I feel. Only one cat shares my pain. And that cat is me. I am Violet, living in the moors right outside of WindClan. My friends were Red, Rosa, Flick, and Spark, but then they decided to tease me with no end.

"Violet!"

Rosa called. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah." I mewed, picking at the grass. "'Course I'm coming."

I bounded after Rosa, who gave me one of those clear-but-weird looks, and guided me to the Stepping Stones. Red was at the top, shouting with his deep voice. "Is everyone here?"

"Yes!" Shouted Flick. "I count five cats attended here including you."

Red nodded. "Alright then. Who speaks first?"

My friends were "councilmen". Red was the leader, making the announcements, and making sure we were safe. Flick was the sidesmen. He was Red's assistant, and had everythign under control. Spark was a funny tom, almost as young as me, but just a few moons older. Rosa was just like Spark, just on the side.

Flick raised his tail. "I will, Red."

"Step up then." Red rumbled, beckoning.

Flick stepped to the top, and raised his voice. "Today, we welcome, Violet! She was just a moon younger last time, and now she's seven moons old. Welcome Violet!"

Cheers went up and I smiled. Though I saw Spark smrik a bit, and nudge Red. Spark leaned over, and murmured something. All I heard was, "... that one right there..."

"Any more speakers?" Red yowled. No one stepped up, and Flick shrugged and leaped off.

Rosa shoved me playfully. "You know, you've got to hold that head up, Violet. No matter how pretty your name is, I can't say the same about your looks." She gave a little snort and scampered towards the Stepping Stones.

"Is the meeting done?"

"Yeah." Flick mewed, curling his tail around Rosa's shoulders. "I think I should go scouting for new recruits though. Come with?"

Rosa nodded eargerly. I watched with sullen eyes, seeing that I wasn't quite welcome. "Don't put up such a pouty face, Violet."

Spark sauntered over, grinning from ear to ear. "You ain't so perfect are you." He winked. "You'll have to get used to our ever-so-amusing teasing. It's something we life on."

I flicked my tail in his face, and mewed. "I'm sure that's my case, sir."

Walking away, I swiped at a drooping fern. "Can't say the same about your name." Rosa had mewed. She was my friend, the closest I had here in the group. Both my parents had died when I was young, so I hung out with these cats.

Spark was... friendly. He was the closet I had to a friend compared to Rosa. His handsome features made me swoon. His light brown pelt was always glossy, considering the place we lived in. The dirt never seemed to stay on his pelt for long. His glowing blue eyes drew me in.

But I couldn't shake off what he said. "Ain't so perfect are you?" He had mewed. Why did it feel that the way I looked made them tease me, toss me around.

TBC~