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TO FAR AWAY TO HOLD ME
siltpaw | 06 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold #ddadaf
She knows she shouldn't be off on her own. But she's just so tired of following along the hunting patrol like a shadow, useless and not even getting to attempt to hunt. They already know she'll just fail. With a quiet sigh she had paused to take a breath, to take a lap of cool water from a clean puddle, and then they'd been gone. She'd been left behind, forgotten. Somehow, she finds she doesn't actually mind. Saves her troubled mind from having to think. dull gaze stares at white-socked paws, mudded from her trek through the territory. It seems like no matter how often she bathes and grooms they're permanently stained, no longer the pretty white they once were. A rustling beside her has her pausing, gaze slowly turning upwards to find the source. There, right there, sitting in front of her as though she is not it's predator, sits a frog. It's fat and slimey, it's bulbous eyes staring at her unfeelingly. It blinks and croaks, and all she can do is stare.
Should she try and catch it? It'll surely end in failure, just like the rest of her attempts... but- there's no one to see her, to mock her failures. Would it really be wrong to try, just this once. Anxiety clawing at her insides, she takes a deep breath, slowly dropping into the now familiar crouch. The stupid thing simply blinks at her, mockingly, and it's enough to push her into action. Limbs coil taut ad she springs, paws and teeth finding come in the miserable creature. It's over before she knows it, the frog hanging limply in her jaws. She spits it out, staring blankly at it as a single thought filters through her weary mind I... did it?