Jade Fern Grove practice your art

Whittier really was rather dumb. He tried. He really did. Not enormously hard because that would have been exhausting, but enough that his effort was periodically noticeable. He listened as his mother explained what she'd meant by her comment, and slowly his clueless face took on a thoughtful glow. He liked the idea of being a badass like his mom, even though he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. Anything his mother did was clearly awesome, though.

Still, he really didn't know what to say when she asked what he liked doing. "Um..." Whit started, furrowing his brow as he pondered, "I dunno. I like markin' the borders. And I like breakfast... and hugs...." He felt oddly embarrassed about his uncertainty, and he lowered his head to stare at the ground between his paws as though fascinated by something there just to hide his face for a moment.