Dear kit, sad naive dreamer. You must one day realize that people are only here with you for the pelt you can offer. They will fill your head with ideas that seem grande and beautiful. They will offer you warmth and safety from the cold world outside. Only so that they may nurture your body and soul before they skin you for all the beauty that you are. You will be left broken and alone with nothing left, not even the fur on your back to keep you warm.
You will say to yourself with the heavens as your witness, "Never again will I fall into the hunter's trap and be skinned alive and left for dead!" Yet again and again you let yourself believe you have found someone who will nurture you for all that you are, all that you may offer, without desire to tear it away from your flesh.
You believe you can love and be loved in return. But each time you find that you have less to offer. Each time your pelt is ripped away it comes back with less vibrancy, it returns with mats and fleas. You begin to hide away in the bushes, so that no one may see the scars of where you have been cut.
Do not give yourself anymore to those who only mean you harm. Go back to your home, away from hunters and traps and learn from these experiences. Grow hard and steady and build yourself from what they have left you as. Become strong and clever, so that you may never again be caught in their steel traps.
Let them become entrapped by your beauty and fierceness. That which they can only see from the outskirts of the forest, as you disappear like a shadow of a spirit. Live in the safe confounds of your woods, where there is much to be discovered. There are miles to be traveled. Protect yourself from the evil in this world, when it is a battle you cannot fight alone. You have not yet found your ally in this war.
And remember what your scars are there to remind you of, not to hold you hostage to memory, to guide you on a further path.
