- Aug 14, 2023
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just because i carry it so well doesn't mean it's not heavy .
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He noticed the dreary atmosphere, frowning subtly at malnourished frames, and couldn’t help but notice his own. It was why he barely had time to do anything but slip through unfamiliar terrain in search of something for the clan that had taken him in. He couldn’t sit idly, shaking from pent-up energy, tossing questions at unsuspecting warriors with downcast eyes, always willing to learn.
It was why he asked to go out with them hunting. The clan needed every viable body. He didn’t mind keeping to the back, out of sight, out of mind, right? He wasn’t much to look at, scary even. He snorted. Lux would be a good story to tell kits into listening.
Lux stumbled back, carrying a vole tight within his grasp, tail flickering. His odd optics twitched, breathing in a mouthful of vole that made his stomach rumble, twisting in knots. He huffed. He was used to the mind-numbing hunger even before he asked to join. Nothing much changed, unless he counted the various bodies he had to remember which wasn’t too hard. He might be an idiot, but he never forgot a face.
He tossed the vole in the fresh-kill pile, lacking, but Lux was determined to at least catch something else that the rouges hadn’t stolen. Something he hadn’t been aware of until recently. He winced. He sure did luck out, huh?
The cream-ticked tabby settled some lengths away with a tired sigh, wobbling until he settled, muscles relaxing. He hummed, tapping his tail. He had gotten into a scuffle with a rogue earlier, nearly getting crushed if it wasn’t for his poorly planned escape plan—grab and run. He nearly face-planted then, but he managed to sneak away before the other realized he was gone. “I wonder if I should—” He muttered, helm cocked, staring at the feeble prey pile. It looked sad. “Should I go out again?” He finished, odd optics crinkling in worry. No. No. He needed to be learning—Was he doing enough?
He barely had time to rest his eyes. Lux didn’t mind that part too much. He never really was a good sleeper, bubbling with energy and having no way of letting it out unless he wanted to get kicked around by the other roaming cats and twolegs. Nevermind that. He shouldn’t be resting.
It was why he asked to go out with them hunting. The clan needed every viable body. He didn’t mind keeping to the back, out of sight, out of mind, right? He wasn’t much to look at, scary even. He snorted. Lux would be a good story to tell kits into listening.
Lux stumbled back, carrying a vole tight within his grasp, tail flickering. His odd optics twitched, breathing in a mouthful of vole that made his stomach rumble, twisting in knots. He huffed. He was used to the mind-numbing hunger even before he asked to join. Nothing much changed, unless he counted the various bodies he had to remember which wasn’t too hard. He might be an idiot, but he never forgot a face.
He tossed the vole in the fresh-kill pile, lacking, but Lux was determined to at least catch something else that the rouges hadn’t stolen. Something he hadn’t been aware of until recently. He winced. He sure did luck out, huh?
The cream-ticked tabby settled some lengths away with a tired sigh, wobbling until he settled, muscles relaxing. He hummed, tapping his tail. He had gotten into a scuffle with a rogue earlier, nearly getting crushed if it wasn’t for his poorly planned escape plan—grab and run. He nearly face-planted then, but he managed to sneak away before the other realized he was gone. “I wonder if I should—” He muttered, helm cocked, staring at the feeble prey pile. It looked sad. “Should I go out again?” He finished, odd optics crinkling in worry. No. No. He needed to be learning—Was he doing enough?
He barely had time to rest his eyes. Lux didn’t mind that part too much. He never really was a good sleeper, bubbling with energy and having no way of letting it out unless he wanted to get kicked around by the other roaming cats and twolegs. Nevermind that. He shouldn’t be resting.
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