- Jun 15, 2023
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die with memories , not dreams .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
The smoked tabby sighed, stalking further, gaze lingering on his fellow felines, the air thick, choking the bi-colored tom. He had traveled further in search of food at dusk, just before the sun had risen from its slumber to grace them with its appearance, now returning to catching sight of the sun hanging low in the sky, kissing the horizon. I’ve been away longer than I realized. He thought, whiskers twitching in thought.
In his maw, Kaede carried two relatively alright rabbits, dropping them in a silent offering to anyone who was peckish. His mismatched optics lay heavily on their destroyed camp, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he mulled over what to do with the rest of his time, ignoring the rumble of his stomach.
He could see his father close to where he stood, watching him with a seething expression. Kaede stared at the other, nostrils flaring in challenge, optics narrowed. Just as he made his way towards his father, the older brute whipped around, stalking away from his only disappointment.
Kaede sighed, pausing his steps to watch his father, face every so blank but the hurt swirled deep within his gut. Was he hungry? No. That couldn’t possibly be it. Was he coming down with something? “Odd.” He muttered. Why was he feeling such … odd things whenever he saw his father?
In his maw, Kaede carried two relatively alright rabbits, dropping them in a silent offering to anyone who was peckish. His mismatched optics lay heavily on their destroyed camp, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he mulled over what to do with the rest of his time, ignoring the rumble of his stomach.
He could see his father close to where he stood, watching him with a seething expression. Kaede stared at the other, nostrils flaring in challenge, optics narrowed. Just as he made his way towards his father, the older brute whipped around, stalking away from his only disappointment.
Kaede sighed, pausing his steps to watch his father, face every so blank but the hurt swirled deep within his gut. Was he hungry? No. That couldn’t possibly be it. Was he coming down with something? “Odd.” He muttered. Why was he feeling such … odd things whenever he saw his father?
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