Withered/Three

insert poem here lol

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"Autumnbreeze, you wanna come hunting?" I glance up to see Sweetfeather. I'm honestly surprised. This is really quite new. Get attention from friends... definitely something brand new.

"Sure." I say, bewildered. I get up, and we walk out of camp together, going deeper into the woods.

"Autumnbreeze?" Sweetfeather asks.

"Yeah?"

"You're okay, aren't you? You haven't been acting the same these days."

"Like how?"

"You barely talk to us anymore."

"Well, I'm just speaking when necessary. There's no one to talk to, and there's no one there for me."

"But we are." Sweetfeather seems confused.

"Let's be honest here, alright? You talk to Owlmoon all the time. That's when you don't talk to Dustclaw and Llamastripe. Applefrost and Roseblossom kinda talk to me, but things just aren't the same. I feel like an absolute nothing." I say solemnly.

"Autumnbreeze, please stop. Don't turn to the worst possible conclusion. Don't think that we hate. You're still our best friend."

"Hmmm." I start running with Sweetfeather right behind me.

"I can catch more prey than you can, Sweetfeather." I taunt, trying to change the mood of our conversation.

Sweetfeather and I are very competitive.

Contests or challenges are very likely to be started when I'm around her.

"Oh, it's on, Autumnbreeze.Sweetfeather pulls a goofy expression and we both start laughing.

We start running, and I focus solely on getting prey. Friendship problems aren't going to haunt me during my hunt.

"I beat you!" I exclaim as we meet up to go back to camp.

Sweetfeather smiles. I'm happy. Maybe I actually have a chance to get them back.