Private Thread Shattered

     'Blissful at best, clueless at worst'
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    Since the day her sisters graduated, and Larchsong remained an apprentice, the cream tabby she-cat had felt an ever growing hole form in her chest. The ceremony only solidified her fears that she had tried so hard to push to the back of her head. For so many moons she had let go of her troubles, enjoying life in her fullest, but as she matured it became more and more clear to Larchsong that she just didn't belong with ThunderClan. Earning her name a moon later had broken Larchsong. Instead of her normal chirpy greetings she gave to absolutely everyone, she moved around camp in silence, a dull haze permanently covering her eyes. 

Larchsong didn't feel like Larchsong anymore, she just felt... sad. Confused too. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. She though Greenfang had trained her well, but perhaps she just wasn't good enough. She wasn't mad, Larchsong didn't get mad often, but it really hurt, and all she wanted was some sort of clarification, or an explanation so she didn't feel so lost within her own home. 

It was today that, despite her still sulky mood she felt like she had a little more confidence. She cautiously made her way over to Moosestar's den, heart fluttering with anxiety. She hadn't really talked to her leader before, well, not much at least. 'Moosestar? Can I talk to you please?' she called out hoping he was in there as she hadn't seen him around camp.