- Oct 23, 2023
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What a cruel thing... love...
It was what created her. It was what created her siblings. It was echoed in each and every beat of her heart. It was what left her here, her clay body broken by the world's never ending furance. Bones hollow, smile hollow, eyes hollow. It was no wonder she imploded.
A gust washed over her. Cold, bitter. She drank it in with a resigned sigh. At least she would die outside.
Her siblings and her - she could still hear them now, all these moons later - used to wonder what kind of life lay beyond their two leg's walls. What adventures. What wonders. She'd made up stories for them, and soon they became mroe then stories. To everyone. They became hope. Those words had leaked out of her just as easily. With each syllabul, the words their parents hurled fell further and further behind. With each warm story of heros and escape artists, their bellies became a little bit fuller. Some days their parents were just gone. Those days, the world beyond their walls comforted them. After all, being a ghost was a good thing there.
Bugs sang Circe a lullaby. She bobed to it's tune. Did they know? Her siblings. Did they know what became of her after she was taken.
It wasn't an unexpected kidnapping. Their parents had told them new twolegs would come and give them new homes. She had always looked forward to that day. Maybe her sibling's new twolegs would give them water with the food. But no. Her two legs loved her so much that there was not room for her siblings. Of course, she knew why they loved her. It was the same reason Father treated her better. She was -had been - pretty.
She was taken to competitions. Housed with other pretty cats. Rich coats and full eyes. The sharper the ears, the more food they got. The longer the whiskers the more water they were presented with. Circe tired. She won some, not as many as she lost, but she needed to be prettier.
She preened and meowed and loved her way to the top. Never making any friends. No one was enough like her siblings for her to really try. But she did talk to them. They were fine. She listened to their wisdom. Clean every day. Clean your paws often. Clean your tail less so. The less fur you have on your face the better. Clean, clean, clean. She loved the attention. It wasn't long before she fell madly in love with it. The mere thought made her shiver. She was so young. She still was. Her heart raced at the memory of the camera lense. Her ears pined back at the slamming of a car door. She looked over her shoulder, down the road. Heart hopeful, eyes sad. They meant to leave her, she knew. But she still hoped.
The sky was darker now. Colder. She would've gotten up if she had the ability. Her body had given up long ago. Her brain.... did she have one? She must've. At some point.
She'd gotten word - a whisper, but that was all she needed - that a cat looking to close to her brother was here. In a place called 'sky clan'. She glanced at the wide sky above her. How were cats in the sky? It sounded like one of her stories from kithood. This was her frist day outside the walls of two legs. Was she right? All these moons. Please tell her she was right.
"Youkai?" Despite the dryness in her mouth, her voice was it's practiced soft and sweet tone. It wabled useless in the wind. "Pollux... Castor...?" She glanced around. The ground beneath her smelled of cat and... and something else. She'd followed the instructions she overheard cats - a few that called themselves 'daylight warriors' or 'kittypet' - give. She was sure she'd memorized them correctly, but perhaps she should've asked the other cat directly? A cool wind buffed the molly in the face. She hissed, the bare skin of her muzzle stinging as she attempted to bat the wind away.
Monster. That's what she was. Maybe this was a mistake. This.. "Sky clan..?" she called, maybe a little louder this time. She couldn't tell. Her belly roared in the late night.
Her siblings and her used to make it a game. Who could go the longest without eating. Circe hadn't been meaning to win. She hadn't meant to compete. But after her fur started to fall...
Please let them be real.
"Sky Clan?"
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// ooc: no need to match muse or anything! I was tired and wanted to post with her so I went all out. This is also pre-dated to before Sky Clan left their territory!
// ooc: no need to match muse or anything! I was tired and wanted to post with her so I went all out. This is also pre-dated to before Sky Clan left their territory!
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