Viola was rarely without Junko, and yet here she was, alone. Ever since the day Gene had talked to Viola she had been learning to push Junko away. Her dear sister, the one that always protected her. Viola was forced to either learn to be an adult, or continue to force Junko to never learn how to be anything but Viola's guardian. It had taken a long time for Viola to learn, a long time for her to look at herself and realize what she was doing to her sister.She had forced Junko to grow up, forced her to accept adulthood when she was still just a little green kit. Viola would always hate herself for that choice, she would always suffer the guilt. Viola would never forgive herself.
But Vapi made it better. A vixen she had met earlier that had been just as hyper as Viola herself. The kit-like vixen showed Viola just how to be both an adult and a kit. Sometimes Viola wished she could take lessons for the vixen. Today was the day. Viola had asked Vapi to come and meet her by the creek a few weeks ago. She wanted to make a friend, wanted to do this without Junko's help, just this once.
