- Sep 24, 2022
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) Warnings: descriptions of abuse, murder of owner in spoiler section. Doesn't need to be read in order to know what's happened to Totoro.
On paws now numb from the cold of the late night, Totoro hobbled his way through the maze of pine trees back towards the old familiar surroundings of SkyClan. But he didn't hold any of the usual joy or upbeat attitude that he'd normally bring with him. He looked broken and lost. Life would never be the same for him. In that moment he longed to find the clan cats, if anything so he wouldn't be alone during his anguish. Whatever energy he had left seemed to be sapped away and he slumped down weakly into the grass and scattered pine needles. Pain. The harsh throb emanated from his head and from other parts of his body, a reminder that twolegs could be capable of horrific cruelty.
He would never be able to return home. He would never get to see his owner again. The tom choked on a sob and he bared his teeth in a desperate bid to fight back the tears. But it was no use and they fell like rain.
The days were turning colder and as a result Totoro found himself being kept inside. At first he yowled at the window, longing to be let out so he could return to SkyClan, but his human ignored his pleas. After a few days he finally stopped his begging and settled back into the old rhythm of being an indoor cat. Toasting himself comfortably in front of a fire, getting chin scratches and simply being adored by his human female. Really, what more could he want during the coldest time of the year? Slowly all thoughts about the clan of cats became a distant memory. Maybe next summer he would try to find them again. Maybe.
There was one issue however that interrupted the peace; the male human that kept coming round.
At first nothing was really wrong, he could accept that his owner had found herself a mate and he wished her well, but then the yelling started. Listening to two humans barking at each other was nothing short of being traumatic and annoying, but then the male dared to lash out one day. The scream that his owner made caused him to act, and it was perhaps the first time Totoro had ever hurt a twoleg. It had been a flash instinct, but he had sank his fangs into the male's leg and ended up getting kicked across the floor as a result. Although he didn't understand twoleg language he could guess that the bastard was cussing his very existence. At least it caused the male to storm off, leaving their den. That night Totoro refused to leave his owner's side, and from the way she gripped him it was clear that she didn't want to go anywhere during that time.
A few days passed and peace seemed to return. Totoro felt certain that things would stay that way and that his owner and him would return to the good times. But... fate was not on their side.
Totoro had fallen asleep in front of the fire that night instead of joining his twoleg. Something he would come to regret. A self-blame that would haunt him for the rest of his days. The smash of glass sounded from somewhere further in the house followed by the sound of a struggle. By the time Totoro had roused and ran through it was already too late to do a single thing. His owner lay dead on the floor and above her stood the male. Totoro lunged to attack, but the male was ready and struck him down with a harsh blow that left him reeling and seeing stars. Before he could even recover the male seized him by the scruff and tail, hauling him through the den before throwing him outside into the back garden. Totoro struggled to suck in a breath as he lay on the damp grass, but he saw the shadowy figure looming over him with a shovel in hand. The object swung down fast, but fortunately with adrenaline pumping through his system he rolled clear of the strike. Gathering his legs beneath his body he then sprinted for the hole in the fence, exploding through it and off towards the wilds beyond.
There was one issue however that interrupted the peace; the male human that kept coming round.
At first nothing was really wrong, he could accept that his owner had found herself a mate and he wished her well, but then the yelling started. Listening to two humans barking at each other was nothing short of being traumatic and annoying, but then the male dared to lash out one day. The scream that his owner made caused him to act, and it was perhaps the first time Totoro had ever hurt a twoleg. It had been a flash instinct, but he had sank his fangs into the male's leg and ended up getting kicked across the floor as a result. Although he didn't understand twoleg language he could guess that the bastard was cussing his very existence. At least it caused the male to storm off, leaving their den. That night Totoro refused to leave his owner's side, and from the way she gripped him it was clear that she didn't want to go anywhere during that time.
A few days passed and peace seemed to return. Totoro felt certain that things would stay that way and that his owner and him would return to the good times. But... fate was not on their side.
Totoro had fallen asleep in front of the fire that night instead of joining his twoleg. Something he would come to regret. A self-blame that would haunt him for the rest of his days. The smash of glass sounded from somewhere further in the house followed by the sound of a struggle. By the time Totoro had roused and ran through it was already too late to do a single thing. His owner lay dead on the floor and above her stood the male. Totoro lunged to attack, but the male was ready and struck him down with a harsh blow that left him reeling and seeing stars. Before he could even recover the male seized him by the scruff and tail, hauling him through the den before throwing him outside into the back garden. Totoro struggled to suck in a breath as he lay on the damp grass, but he saw the shadowy figure looming over him with a shovel in hand. The object swung down fast, but fortunately with adrenaline pumping through his system he rolled clear of the strike. Gathering his legs beneath his body he then sprinted for the hole in the fence, exploding through it and off towards the wilds beyond.
On paws now numb from the cold of the late night, Totoro hobbled his way through the maze of pine trees back towards the old familiar surroundings of SkyClan. But he didn't hold any of the usual joy or upbeat attitude that he'd normally bring with him. He looked broken and lost. Life would never be the same for him. In that moment he longed to find the clan cats, if anything so he wouldn't be alone during his anguish. Whatever energy he had left seemed to be sapped away and he slumped down weakly into the grass and scattered pine needles. Pain. The harsh throb emanated from his head and from other parts of his body, a reminder that twolegs could be capable of horrific cruelty.
He would never be able to return home. He would never get to see his owner again. The tom choked on a sob and he bared his teeth in a desperate bid to fight back the tears. But it was no use and they fell like rain.
