- Feb 17, 2023
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Her home is no longer hers to call home, washed with crimson and torn apart by dogs.
And now, she allows a stranger to bring her to a new home. Another barn, the kit assumes. One far away - a long journey to be made. She'd be more excited about this trip, had today been like any other day, and her family was alongside her, rather than the black and white tom that carries her - limbs far too tired to do her own walking, shoulder stinging from her wounds. Instead, she mourns her losses, wishes they were here too.
There'd been three of them who'd surrounded her - One even came out of the ground? Is Sparrow remembering that right? - so, the brown tabby can only guess that their barn is of similar size to her old home. She tries her best to imagine what this new home will be like, but can only picture the only one she'd ever known - worn down and rickety, but perfect to Sparrow all the same.
Nothing could prepare her for what stands before her, though, as they finally make their arrival. This... This wasn't a barn. It's only more of the plains they'd been traveling on, hidden away in the slightest without the structure of a barn to cover it. Sparrow's ears flatten against her head.
What is this place?
"This is... your home..?" she asks. She isn't sure she likes this place, whatever it is.
And now, she allows a stranger to bring her to a new home. Another barn, the kit assumes. One far away - a long journey to be made. She'd be more excited about this trip, had today been like any other day, and her family was alongside her, rather than the black and white tom that carries her - limbs far too tired to do her own walking, shoulder stinging from her wounds. Instead, she mourns her losses, wishes they were here too.
There'd been three of them who'd surrounded her - One even came out of the ground? Is Sparrow remembering that right? - so, the brown tabby can only guess that their barn is of similar size to her old home. She tries her best to imagine what this new home will be like, but can only picture the only one she'd ever known - worn down and rickety, but perfect to Sparrow all the same.
Nothing could prepare her for what stands before her, though, as they finally make their arrival. This... This wasn't a barn. It's only more of the plains they'd been traveling on, hidden away in the slightest without the structure of a barn to cover it. Sparrow's ears flatten against her head.
What is this place?
"This is... your home..?" she asks. She isn't sure she likes this place, whatever it is.
// follow up to this thread! tagging @Badgermoon , no need to wait though!