- Jul 8, 2022
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the endless worry, heavy upon the shoulders of a girl with a desperate grip on what remains. this isn't about her. it has never been. buck has more to protect than herself. the river, caraway, raccoon. the woman is staring back at herself, some deep-seated ache that makes her eyes burn and teeth grit and grind. it doesn't matter what she does, how she grows, or her strength. the river will always show the little molly who would cry by its banks. in the end, is she not just that neglected child? providing for the world, and wishing for the same?
buck thought that after all these moons, she would have been over it. but perhaps its something that will haunt her. there's a shudder on her breath before her shoulders round and eyes clear. if the world is to look upon her, they won't see a scared girl. a proud and confident fighter, a woman who holds her own. someone who can steel themselves against the rushing waters and come out victorious.
her paws tear apart the mirror image of her, padding through the cool waters as she continues on. buck has little care for their camp, the same that they had little care in stealing. her body disappearing in the winding reeds. the cattails reaching for the sky, dancing with the wind as the clouds float calmly ahead. it's scenic, and it's beautiful, and it's all she knows. her chest narrows and expands with the deep breaths she takes. the water fills the air with its homely scent, the birds are chattering in a language she'll never understand, the brush is gentle and calm.
the calmness almost brings forth a bubble of laughter at her earlier outburst. but she's frustrated and confused. she has eyes looking to her, cats she can't let down. a ticking is constant, she's sure that if the land cats knew of her threat to their god, she'd have a bounty on her head.
there's a heaviness, something forcing her off her path. her paws slide a bit, the grasses below tickling the pads of her feet. a concentrated gaze settles upon someone alike. a dark chestnut tom, she's sure he is the fool in the river from earlier. he looks weak, scrawny in a sense. it almost pushes her to settle, but buck knows better than to be careless around a land cat. "I thought you would've drowned in a puddle by now." its a half-hearted tease, but buck is still cautious and tense.
@CLAYFUR
buck thought that after all these moons, she would have been over it. but perhaps its something that will haunt her. there's a shudder on her breath before her shoulders round and eyes clear. if the world is to look upon her, they won't see a scared girl. a proud and confident fighter, a woman who holds her own. someone who can steel themselves against the rushing waters and come out victorious.
her paws tear apart the mirror image of her, padding through the cool waters as she continues on. buck has little care for their camp, the same that they had little care in stealing. her body disappearing in the winding reeds. the cattails reaching for the sky, dancing with the wind as the clouds float calmly ahead. it's scenic, and it's beautiful, and it's all she knows. her chest narrows and expands with the deep breaths she takes. the water fills the air with its homely scent, the birds are chattering in a language she'll never understand, the brush is gentle and calm.
the calmness almost brings forth a bubble of laughter at her earlier outburst. but she's frustrated and confused. she has eyes looking to her, cats she can't let down. a ticking is constant, she's sure that if the land cats knew of her threat to their god, she'd have a bounty on her head.
there's a heaviness, something forcing her off her path. her paws slide a bit, the grasses below tickling the pads of her feet. a concentrated gaze settles upon someone alike. a dark chestnut tom, she's sure he is the fool in the river from earlier. he looks weak, scrawny in a sense. it almost pushes her to settle, but buck knows better than to be careless around a land cat. "I thought you would've drowned in a puddle by now." its a half-hearted tease, but buck is still cautious and tense.
@CLAYFUR
[ MY NAME MEANS HEAVY ]