- Jul 6, 2022
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"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." A harsh murmur moved as quickly as the young tabby marched, synced with the slosh of her paws against the bog's surface. It was dark here- very dark, too dark. It reminded her of nights in the kennel, but there were no warm bodies to cuddle up against, not the steady breathing of her family to lull her to sleep.
Bingo had come from the outside, and had lived there for many moons before ending up in the kennel- was that how he had been shaped to be gentle and yet firm, all at once? He was a marvel, really, an idol. To see him decline, die, before her- it was as if she was witnessing some terrible impossibility.
To leave had been an admittedly rash decision- Crumpet, over the fence, had sneered and called her stupid. Said she'd come running back as soon as something scared her, but she didn't know anything, she didn't know Tantomile at all. She liked to think she did, but she was snobby, stuck up, coddled like every other stuffy idiot housecat in that stupid stupid stupid place. Hah- triumph filled her thoughts, for who was the stupid one now? She hadn't gone back- she wouldn't.
She couldn't now, she supposed. Not quite yet cadaverous, her bones still poked out a little noticeably- her hunting held little to be desired, and she worried she might not learn quick enough to avoid starving. That realisation was when she had started walking, forward and endlessly until her legs hurt. If she kept marching in a straight line she was sure to run into someone eventually- and the scent of nearby presences brought her hopeful heart to her throat.
Bingo had come from the outside, and had lived there for many moons before ending up in the kennel- was that how he had been shaped to be gentle and yet firm, all at once? He was a marvel, really, an idol. To see him decline, die, before her- it was as if she was witnessing some terrible impossibility.
To leave had been an admittedly rash decision- Crumpet, over the fence, had sneered and called her stupid. Said she'd come running back as soon as something scared her, but she didn't know anything, she didn't know Tantomile at all. She liked to think she did, but she was snobby, stuck up, coddled like every other stuffy idiot housecat in that stupid stupid stupid place. Hah- triumph filled her thoughts, for who was the stupid one now? She hadn't gone back- she wouldn't.
She couldn't now, she supposed. Not quite yet cadaverous, her bones still poked out a little noticeably- her hunting held little to be desired, and she worried she might not learn quick enough to avoid starving. That realisation was when she had started walking, forward and endlessly until her legs hurt. If she kept marching in a straight line she was sure to run into someone eventually- and the scent of nearby presences brought her hopeful heart to her throat.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]