- Dec 16, 2023
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The strangest part was still waking up in the morning.
So often sleep deprived, Eggshellbloom’s dreams had a tendency to blend into reality for a few moments when the boy was forcing himself to get up. Some days (many days), amber eyes would blink in confusion at the cats slumbering around him for seconds at a time, wondering how they all managed to slip past his housefolk before the boy remembered where he was.
He wasn’t a kittypet anymore, and a yolk-stained paw would rub a newly unbound neck as if to remind him of reality. Some days it was easier, some days harder, but the worst was always in the morning. Eggshell would sometimes sit in his nest for a few minutes before beginning the day, running a claw over leather and metal and reminiscing. Today was a better day, with yolk-stained paws leaving the collar behind in his nest rather quickly as the coward tried to wake up.
Yolk-stained paws rubbed the sleep from amber eyes as he stumbled out into the daylight, rumbling stomach willing him towards the prey pile. Eggshell was a picky eater, but he was getting better. Even among the daylight warriors, the whelp was alone in his preference for twoleg pellets over fresh prey. As a warbling maw bit down on a squirrel, amber eyes glanced up the sky, silently thankful for the sun not being shut out by a roof over his head.
// @Glitchkit