- Oct 22, 2022
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'You have to keep going.'
'I have to keep going.' The thoughts echo through his skull, both in his ears and in the distance. Every step reverberates through his body like lightning, but the tom does not stop, trying not to bite too hard into the scruff of the kitten in his mouth. Another clings onto his back like his namesake, tiny claws reaching through a mane of fur to prick into his skin. They are tired, he is tired, but he must get them somewhere safe.
The adrenaline stopped hours ago, and he has not slowed for anything. He did not have the luxury, not when he didn't know what could be following his trail. Colonies, clans, he had heard the names over and over, ushered his youngest kits, barely grown, into their nest while screams rang out in the distance not even a full season ago. Sat watch with dear, sweet Nora in case the fighting got louder. He had kept them away from it all, but ten had become three in the blink of in eye. He had no choice, following the river down through the center trees, to the place where greenleaf had known anguished screams. 'But it has to be worth something, groups larger than families, it has to be. They have lasted nearly as long as I.' Burr thinks to himself, pulled dazedly from his head by the crying of one of the kits and the reek of more scent markers assaulting his nose. Something he'd hopefully get used to, if he ever had the chance.
He sets down one kit, reaching clumsily for the other on his back to place next to their sibling. Anxiety rolls off of him in waves, seeming only to agitate the kits' crying as he struggles to stay steady. "Please, Please someone! I seek sanctuary! If not for me then for my kits!" This one, this clan, word spread that they were kinder to outsiders. That was why he kept running, why he did not stop until the river gave way to pines at the edge of twolegplace. Gave way to the forest he once explored as a sprout.
He had to make this work.
[ooc: mans is old, there's a large gash to his left hindquarters that was made most definitely not by cat teeth as well as some other small injuries. The kittens, two of em, are unharmed, just very jostled and hungry]
'I have to keep going.' The thoughts echo through his skull, both in his ears and in the distance. Every step reverberates through his body like lightning, but the tom does not stop, trying not to bite too hard into the scruff of the kitten in his mouth. Another clings onto his back like his namesake, tiny claws reaching through a mane of fur to prick into his skin. They are tired, he is tired, but he must get them somewhere safe.
The adrenaline stopped hours ago, and he has not slowed for anything. He did not have the luxury, not when he didn't know what could be following his trail. Colonies, clans, he had heard the names over and over, ushered his youngest kits, barely grown, into their nest while screams rang out in the distance not even a full season ago. Sat watch with dear, sweet Nora in case the fighting got louder. He had kept them away from it all, but ten had become three in the blink of in eye. He had no choice, following the river down through the center trees, to the place where greenleaf had known anguished screams. 'But it has to be worth something, groups larger than families, it has to be. They have lasted nearly as long as I.' Burr thinks to himself, pulled dazedly from his head by the crying of one of the kits and the reek of more scent markers assaulting his nose. Something he'd hopefully get used to, if he ever had the chance.
He sets down one kit, reaching clumsily for the other on his back to place next to their sibling. Anxiety rolls off of him in waves, seeming only to agitate the kits' crying as he struggles to stay steady. "Please, Please someone! I seek sanctuary! If not for me then for my kits!" This one, this clan, word spread that they were kinder to outsiders. That was why he kept running, why he did not stop until the river gave way to pines at the edge of twolegplace. Gave way to the forest he once explored as a sprout.
He had to make this work.
[ooc: mans is old, there's a large gash to his left hindquarters that was made most definitely not by cat teeth as well as some other small injuries. The kittens, two of em, are unharmed, just very jostled and hungry]
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