Oopsie Daisy {Lightning}


Soft words and Gentle paws
Jun 14, 2022

She had only been with the Marsh group for at most a week. Her paws were very slowly becoming accustomed to the soft ground beneath the pine trees, however, being the not-so-bright cat she was Chamomile still got lost on occasion. Today just happened to be such an occasion.

The cream-tabby was hopelessly lost after trying to track a frog, and it wasn't until far too late that she realized she had wandered much farther than she had ever gone before. The molly was fighting back tears, her ears flattened against her head as she looked around in panic the less and less her surroundings were familiar. It was in her panic that she overlooked the river, the fearful pounding in her ears drowning out the sounds the powerful water made the closer she got.

Soon, her clumsy paws would slip and Chamomile would let out a yowl of shock as she tumbled and her body hit the water. On instinct her legs began flailing, water rushing into her nose and mouth as she struggled for air, and Chamomile was certain that she was going to die.

In reality, the molly was flailing and splashing wildly in the shallowest part of the river. It would actually be comical if it weren't for how genuinely panicked she looked.