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cw; animal neglect
tldr; edenpaw's twoleg is absolutely fed up with all their escapes and the way they've damaged the house and themself, he takes them into the backyard and pitches them over the fence
Over the fence... sprint across the winter-dead grass, past the tiny sheeted flower house where a conveniently cat-sized hole has been ripped in the side, up the siding where little clawed legs kick at the wood of the house to scramble up, ducking under the now dirtied window sill as snow-damp fur brushes against it for the hundredth time. This is normal... it has been the normal for months now of scampering about playing 'warrior' with the cats in the forest. Edenpaw knows they are just Eden the moment they come home that night, aware of the way their fur itches around their neck where a collar had once been. Hopefully... hopefully their Twoleg would be home finally, would have another one to replace it with. Might have a new toy for the SkyClan apprentice to bring back to their den-mates to share in the delights of kittypet treats.
Their maw opens in a small, cheery mew of greeting, wandering down the hallway to a tower of twine where a feather has been ripped off a dangling string many many weeks and weeks ago. The sound of shuffling from deeper in the Twoleg den says he is home and they are eager to brush against tall legs, to feel the heavy-handed pat of hairless paws down their back. Instead of the usual warm pluck of a tiny body off the ground, he just lingers in the doorway with hands firmly tensed at his sides.
They peer up at him, tilting their head slightly with a more hesitant meow this time... Why is he being so odd?
They don't get the chance to be worried about it for any longer as he lunges towards their nape with a firm grip and hoists them off the ground. The hard stare behind odd, thin shimmering eye covers is unfamiliar, unkind... angry. Instinctively they try to curl up tighter but his grip is harsh and he is already moving with long strides back down the hallway, past the soft white cloud they sleep on at night, past the empty metal bowls that feed them. Hissing as the tension at their neck grows tight, they kick out their back feet to try to get some sort of relief, get him off, to let go.
It is a mistake.
Tiny claws scratch at exposed skin and he drops them onto the hardwood floor with another alarmed hiss, staggering backward to lunge under a tall wooden structure. Stomping, huge, covered paws hurry after them, it ducks down like a horrifying beast to grab at them again and Eden is horrified by it. What was he doing? This was so weird... so wrong. Where was that hard, crunchy dinner in their bowl? A hot cloth under their bedding to warm it because their little paw pads were cold from playing in the snow? His loud growling in his sleep while they curled up contentedly at his feet?
He grabs at their face with a lacking kindness, pulling at it like it is a scruff too, dragging them despite the way their claws dig into the ground to not be yanked so cruelly. He ignores the way their teeth reflexively bite at the tender flesh between webbed fingers, clinging to his arm now like a high tree branch they can't risk falling from twice. The breeze of his movements is so fast it feels like a windstorm.. the screech of a sliding invisible gateway leads into the backyard, their garden and they are reminded of just how cold the trip home had been, even in the company of clan-mates like them. The crunch of snow under-paw is normally something fun, a danger easily ignored by someone that doesn't understand the danger of constant exposure and they can hardly hear it around the sound of their own hissing and spitting and fighting.
The air smells like copper and Eden is reminded of all the times in SkyClan that nasty stench had been forced into their nose. Jaggedstorm... Brightflame... Tawnystripe... Edenpaw. It is an acrid smell that makes their belly sick and its invasion into the quieter aspect of their life is haunting, horrifying. It is an inescapable thing, that much they're sure of now. He pulls them again by the back of their neck to hoist them off his arm, now covered in scratches and freed of impaling, terrified fangs before there is no sensation of any touch at all. They open their eyes to see the ground far below them... impossibly far below them...
They twist in the air to try to catch the ground right, to adjust for how the fence is upside down from their angle here... What did I do wrong? comes as a fleeting, mournful thought as the snowy-dusted ground gets closer- it is so close and they aren't quite positioned right. Tawnystripe had said something about landing on your feet, that even if you fall from the trees not to land on your back. Just turn around.
Just turn around Edenpaw, turn around.
A leg outstretched to try to catch them on gravel-worn paths is the only one to reach it properly, baby pink pads desperate to be enough cushion to soften the fall.
It is so unsteady.. the cursed thing... slick with dusted white. Their paw touches for a second and the reverberation through the limb itself is enough to unbalance any grown cat, even without the weather to punish it further. They slide with a panicked gasp, a shoulder quick to follow suit before tumbling end over end in a billowing cloud of disturbed powder and white-black fur. The body thrums with an urgent reminder that they cannot linger in the snow... to go back inside where it is warm and protected from harsh wind. But... there is no inside to return to.. and the walk back to SkyClan feels abysmally far now.
Shakily they sit up, watching the world spin in front of them when pain zaps up their leg. "Ow... ow... tsssss," they complain in hushed whines, breath hitching in their chest.
please let @Hazelbeam post first !
cw; animal neglect
tldr; edenpaw's twoleg is absolutely fed up with all their escapes and the way they've damaged the house and themself, he takes them into the backyard and pitches them over the fence
Over the fence... sprint across the winter-dead grass, past the tiny sheeted flower house where a conveniently cat-sized hole has been ripped in the side, up the siding where little clawed legs kick at the wood of the house to scramble up, ducking under the now dirtied window sill as snow-damp fur brushes against it for the hundredth time. This is normal... it has been the normal for months now of scampering about playing 'warrior' with the cats in the forest. Edenpaw knows they are just Eden the moment they come home that night, aware of the way their fur itches around their neck where a collar had once been. Hopefully... hopefully their Twoleg would be home finally, would have another one to replace it with. Might have a new toy for the SkyClan apprentice to bring back to their den-mates to share in the delights of kittypet treats.
Their maw opens in a small, cheery mew of greeting, wandering down the hallway to a tower of twine where a feather has been ripped off a dangling string many many weeks and weeks ago. The sound of shuffling from deeper in the Twoleg den says he is home and they are eager to brush against tall legs, to feel the heavy-handed pat of hairless paws down their back. Instead of the usual warm pluck of a tiny body off the ground, he just lingers in the doorway with hands firmly tensed at his sides.
They peer up at him, tilting their head slightly with a more hesitant meow this time... Why is he being so odd?
They don't get the chance to be worried about it for any longer as he lunges towards their nape with a firm grip and hoists them off the ground. The hard stare behind odd, thin shimmering eye covers is unfamiliar, unkind... angry. Instinctively they try to curl up tighter but his grip is harsh and he is already moving with long strides back down the hallway, past the soft white cloud they sleep on at night, past the empty metal bowls that feed them. Hissing as the tension at their neck grows tight, they kick out their back feet to try to get some sort of relief, get him off, to let go.
It is a mistake.
Tiny claws scratch at exposed skin and he drops them onto the hardwood floor with another alarmed hiss, staggering backward to lunge under a tall wooden structure. Stomping, huge, covered paws hurry after them, it ducks down like a horrifying beast to grab at them again and Eden is horrified by it. What was he doing? This was so weird... so wrong. Where was that hard, crunchy dinner in their bowl? A hot cloth under their bedding to warm it because their little paw pads were cold from playing in the snow? His loud growling in his sleep while they curled up contentedly at his feet?
He grabs at their face with a lacking kindness, pulling at it like it is a scruff too, dragging them despite the way their claws dig into the ground to not be yanked so cruelly. He ignores the way their teeth reflexively bite at the tender flesh between webbed fingers, clinging to his arm now like a high tree branch they can't risk falling from twice. The breeze of his movements is so fast it feels like a windstorm.. the screech of a sliding invisible gateway leads into the backyard, their garden and they are reminded of just how cold the trip home had been, even in the company of clan-mates like them. The crunch of snow under-paw is normally something fun, a danger easily ignored by someone that doesn't understand the danger of constant exposure and they can hardly hear it around the sound of their own hissing and spitting and fighting.
The air smells like copper and Eden is reminded of all the times in SkyClan that nasty stench had been forced into their nose. Jaggedstorm... Brightflame... Tawnystripe... Edenpaw. It is an acrid smell that makes their belly sick and its invasion into the quieter aspect of their life is haunting, horrifying. It is an inescapable thing, that much they're sure of now. He pulls them again by the back of their neck to hoist them off his arm, now covered in scratches and freed of impaling, terrified fangs before there is no sensation of any touch at all. They open their eyes to see the ground far below them... impossibly far below them...
They twist in the air to try to catch the ground right, to adjust for how the fence is upside down from their angle here... What did I do wrong? comes as a fleeting, mournful thought as the snowy-dusted ground gets closer- it is so close and they aren't quite positioned right. Tawnystripe had said something about landing on your feet, that even if you fall from the trees not to land on your back. Just turn around.
Just turn around Edenpaw, turn around.
A leg outstretched to try to catch them on gravel-worn paths is the only one to reach it properly, baby pink pads desperate to be enough cushion to soften the fall.
It is so unsteady.. the cursed thing... slick with dusted white. Their paw touches for a second and the reverberation through the limb itself is enough to unbalance any grown cat, even without the weather to punish it further. They slide with a panicked gasp, a shoulder quick to follow suit before tumbling end over end in a billowing cloud of disturbed powder and white-black fur. The body thrums with an urgent reminder that they cannot linger in the snow... to go back inside where it is warm and protected from harsh wind. But... there is no inside to return to.. and the walk back to SkyClan feels abysmally far now.
Shakily they sit up, watching the world spin in front of them when pain zaps up their leg. "Ow... ow... tsssss," they complain in hushed whines, breath hitching in their chest.
please let @Hazelbeam post first !
