- Aug 4, 2022
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I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A LIE
The tunnel is damp, and dark, and cold, and most of all, loud. Siltkit hates it - she misses the comfort of the nursery, the moss and the briars and the puddles full of frogs. She wants to go back home. But they can't because the forest smells like smoke and ash and heat and the fire is still burning and when she ask's the adults tell her it's not safe. A quiet sigh and a frown are the only complaints she makes however - she doesn't want to cause anymore trouble, doesn't want to worry anyone when things are like this. The roaring rumble of a monster overhead has her shuddering - glancing around for something to keep herself occupied. She doesn't want to think about the fact there might not be a home left when the fires done and burnt out. Taking a deep breath, she approaches the first cat who seems to be busy doing something, eyes averted as she quietly offers her services. "Um... do you... need help?" she hopes they say yes.