POPPYSTEM
Half her life had been happy.
Half sad. But why fret over something she'd never change?
It was funny how others cared so much about friendships and the like.
They were what killed them off in the end, and she survived their strange quietness..
Except one day it hurt. And there was no one there to help her.
No Kits.
No Mate.
No warriors, leaders or elders.
She was lonely, she feared.
And she really was, from the start.
Okay..
I think this is Vague enough.
Fun Fact: Poppystem isn't sick.