- Nov 22, 2022
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I ACT LIKE I DON'T F*CKING CARE
marmotkit | 1.5 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973
This place is strange. The cats here are strange. She doesn't like it.
She doesn't much remember what had happened. Trauma and repression and amnesia or something like that. She hadn't really listened to the strange tom in the den full of herbs - she'd been focused on other, more important matters. Like figuring out what to do. The strange cats had asked for a name - she'd told them she'd never had one. Her family hadn't prioritized such matters - her mm was 'mother', her sibling 'brother' or 'boy' depending on who asked. She'd been given one - Marmotkit - and her protests against such a title had gone ignored.
With a quiet huff and a stomp she emerges from the den. The sun in blinding and the wind has her soft fur fluffing up against the chill of the air. She holds back a shiver, teeth grit in annoyance, and mismatched gaze flits about her surroundings. There's so many of them. She doesn't like it. Finally her gaze settles on the thing that interests her the most - food. With determination fueled by pure spite she pads over and sinks her teeth into the nearest item. The rabbit is larger than her, and even having lost weight from the cold it certainly weighs more than her. Tug after tug only serves to tumble it a mere few inches, and a growl rises from her throat unbidden. She's hungry damn it!