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LOOKING CLEAR BUT NEVER RECOGNIZED
cw: starvation, eating of roadkill, mentions/implications of throwing up
The skinny tom's long legs shook under his feather-light weight as he dragged himself from the undergrowth, dulled eyes scanning the black river of hard rock, eyeing for any shapes that sat upon it, mangled and misshapen by the prowling beasts that raced across. He inhaled, the air expanding his brittle ribs before his ears drooped in disappointment, his legs shaking more, threatening to give out. His hind sunk slowly to the ground. How many moons was it now? How long had he been barely scraping by, dragging bloated, rotten carcasses from the blacktop only for it to return a few hours later, hardly surviving on scraps and the occasional mouse. His pelt reeked, matted and greasy from neglect, all thoughts put on living. His stomach didn't even cramp anymore, the hunger was all he thought about but he didn't even feel it anymore, what he'd give to have those days where he could feel the hollowness, the way it sucked against his ribs and sides. The sensation was easier to disassociate on than the fact that he should be dead.
Constant cat smells made his anxiety so bad, Eventide was, honestly, surprised he hadn't given out due to just the fear of one of those cats finding him, rogues with brandished teeth and bloodstained claws that stalked through shadows and scurried across hilltops. They'd rip him to shreds, just like how his brothers were likely ripped apart, gone just like their moms. What have I done? He thought, looking at his paws. He was going to die out here, alone, because he was too scared and didn't want to trust his brothers. How... stupid was he? Even if they all died, atleast they had died together, but now they were separated, all because of him. He could feel tears well in his dull eyes, the exhaustion of his current existence weighing on his tired, young shoulders. A sniffle forewarned before a broken, quiet sob jerked through his malnourished, neglected body, falling to bury his face into his arms and cry quietly.
//he's here, let's see how this goesss
The skinny tom's long legs shook under his feather-light weight as he dragged himself from the undergrowth, dulled eyes scanning the black river of hard rock, eyeing for any shapes that sat upon it, mangled and misshapen by the prowling beasts that raced across. He inhaled, the air expanding his brittle ribs before his ears drooped in disappointment, his legs shaking more, threatening to give out. His hind sunk slowly to the ground. How many moons was it now? How long had he been barely scraping by, dragging bloated, rotten carcasses from the blacktop only for it to return a few hours later, hardly surviving on scraps and the occasional mouse. His pelt reeked, matted and greasy from neglect, all thoughts put on living. His stomach didn't even cramp anymore, the hunger was all he thought about but he didn't even feel it anymore, what he'd give to have those days where he could feel the hollowness, the way it sucked against his ribs and sides. The sensation was easier to disassociate on than the fact that he should be dead.
Constant cat smells made his anxiety so bad, Eventide was, honestly, surprised he hadn't given out due to just the fear of one of those cats finding him, rogues with brandished teeth and bloodstained claws that stalked through shadows and scurried across hilltops. They'd rip him to shreds, just like how his brothers were likely ripped apart, gone just like their moms. What have I done? He thought, looking at his paws. He was going to die out here, alone, because he was too scared and didn't want to trust his brothers. How... stupid was he? Even if they all died, atleast they had died together, but now they were separated, all because of him. He could feel tears well in his dull eyes, the exhaustion of his current existence weighing on his tired, young shoulders. A sniffle forewarned before a broken, quiet sob jerked through his malnourished, neglected body, falling to bury his face into his arms and cry quietly.
//he's here, let's see how this goesss