- Mar 11, 2023
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✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ i believed in gods and monsters too ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧
✧ ✧ ✧ then i found out they're all impostors just like you ✧ ✧ ✧
✧ "speech" ✧
Survival does something to the mind. It makes it into a feral creature that will do anything just to stay afloat. Wildcat had been metaphorically drowning for a few too many moons now, sitting just close enough to the surface to gulp air down before being thrown back into the rapids. Her name was a very good reflection of her current state, she had a wickedly alert and wild look in her eyes, and her brown striped fur had missed more than a few good grooming sessions, and finally the winter had left the molly with jutted out ribs and a gaunt face. Yet she kept moving. She had pushed herself to just keep walking for maybe eleven moons now, running from the past and failing to find a future. Under the lack of any fat were muscles used to endurance, and yet still tired of it.
It was sometimes easier to say where Wildcat hadn't been rather than were she had been. She especially felt that she had probably encountered every single tree and bush that one cat could. This notion was one of attempted self comfort, that maybe even if she hasn't found what's she has been looking for, maybe, just maybe it still has been worth it. It hadn't been, but that wasn't a thought that could be addressed less it destroyed the hardened molly.
Wildcat's nose lifted to the sky as she padded along the forest floor. Something about this place seemed off... there was a smell that felt just nearly familiar. Not familiar like she had smelled this scent before, but familiar in she knew what made a similar smell. It was the smell of pelts mingling together and an attempt to scare off wanderers, like herself, at least that's what her old colony would use a scent marker for. Her head tilted to the side as she scanned the forest, ears pinned to her scalp in caution. A small growl came from her throat as she wanted to scold herself for being so bright-eyed at the idea of another colony. Couldn't she be satisficed with what happened at the last one, "You lost everything you idiot..." she tried to let the the thought guide her actions, but the prospects of finding slightly safer place to sleep at night were too much.
Her paw was placed on the other side of the scent marker. Trespassing. It was one way to make an impression, hopefully these cats were the ones that take pity on half starved wanderers. But, if they weren't she hoped they would at least be slow. Her feet slowly and methodically made their way through the scrub, waiting to be taken to the cat in charge of this place.
It was sometimes easier to say where Wildcat hadn't been rather than were she had been. She especially felt that she had probably encountered every single tree and bush that one cat could. This notion was one of attempted self comfort, that maybe even if she hasn't found what's she has been looking for, maybe, just maybe it still has been worth it. It hadn't been, but that wasn't a thought that could be addressed less it destroyed the hardened molly.
Wildcat's nose lifted to the sky as she padded along the forest floor. Something about this place seemed off... there was a smell that felt just nearly familiar. Not familiar like she had smelled this scent before, but familiar in she knew what made a similar smell. It was the smell of pelts mingling together and an attempt to scare off wanderers, like herself, at least that's what her old colony would use a scent marker for. Her head tilted to the side as she scanned the forest, ears pinned to her scalp in caution. A small growl came from her throat as she wanted to scold herself for being so bright-eyed at the idea of another colony. Couldn't she be satisficed with what happened at the last one, "You lost everything you idiot..." she tried to let the the thought guide her actions, but the prospects of finding slightly safer place to sleep at night were too much.
Her paw was placed on the other side of the scent marker. Trespassing. It was one way to make an impression, hopefully these cats were the ones that take pity on half starved wanderers. But, if they weren't she hoped they would at least be slow. Her feet slowly and methodically made their way through the scrub, waiting to be taken to the cat in charge of this place.
✧ ✧ ✧ then i found out they're all impostors just like you ✧ ✧ ✧
✧ "speech" ✧