((Honey probably has the most popularity so ⟲ for Chance. That is, of course, if you would like to do so.))
There were the whispers again. Did they think I didn't hear them? That I was deaf as well as different?
"...bad omen... how... in public?"
Mother held her head low, ushering me along the path.
"Don't listen to them, little one."
I scoffed when the others were out of earshot. We had come to the edge of the village now.
"I don't care what they say about me, I don't think I'm bad luck or a bad omen or bad ANYTHING!"
She smiled and brought a claw to my nose, gently poking it.
"Oh? But you are." She quickly flashed her claws, just barely grazing my neck. Any softness in her voice was gone now, becoming as hard and steely as her claws were. "Get out of this village. And don't come back if you want to live."
"I don't have any sons, I don’t know any snot colored RAT. GET OUT."