{$title} TW for mentions of gore
CROWKIT ββ shadowclan | kitten
Paws thrumming against the earth, Crow keeps running and she doesn't stop. Her tiny lungs gasp for air as she bounds aimlessly away from her home, away from the sound of snarling fangs and ripping flesh.
Coyotes, her ma had called them. Dog-like creatures of the night that would pierce the air with their yowls of fury. So much bigger than her and her siblings, so much more powerful than a mother and her kits; even now, Crow feels that she hasn't outrun the sound of her ma's garbled screams. "Run." Her final word, like a crack of thunder in the starless sky - and it was all Crow could think now, all she could do.
It's not until the sun's first rays dip above the horizon that Crow slows to a stop, finally resting her blistering paws as she collapses to the ground near a tree. Slowly, she begins to catch her breath, and just as soon as her fear begins to ebb away, she's overcome with a wave of paranoia... Where am I...? I don't recognize anything...
All of her surroundings are foreign, far beyond where she'd travelled before. Her ma had never let her or her siblings go far, and the smell of this place is one that's completely new to her, causing her nose to crinkle in distaste. Frantically looking around, she sees no one, and hears nothing but the sounds of the forest. Her adrenaline fading, Crow realizes that for the first time, she is completely alone; and as nearly any kit would in her situation, she bursts into tears. Is she never going to see her family again? What if no one ever finds her? What if the coyotes track her down and she can't keep running?
She's too overwhelmed to notice the sounds of other cats at first, but when her ear flicks with recognition, her head snaps up to look at them - they blend into the forest, their gazes sending a chill up Crow's spine. Are they here to help her or hurt her...? Wearily, her fur fluffs up as she tries to look as big as possible, her eyes narrowed as she glares at them through her tears.
Coyotes, her ma had called them. Dog-like creatures of the night that would pierce the air with their yowls of fury. So much bigger than her and her siblings, so much more powerful than a mother and her kits; even now, Crow feels that she hasn't outrun the sound of her ma's garbled screams. "Run." Her final word, like a crack of thunder in the starless sky - and it was all Crow could think now, all she could do.
It's not until the sun's first rays dip above the horizon that Crow slows to a stop, finally resting her blistering paws as she collapses to the ground near a tree. Slowly, she begins to catch her breath, and just as soon as her fear begins to ebb away, she's overcome with a wave of paranoia... Where am I...? I don't recognize anything...
All of her surroundings are foreign, far beyond where she'd travelled before. Her ma had never let her or her siblings go far, and the smell of this place is one that's completely new to her, causing her nose to crinkle in distaste. Frantically looking around, she sees no one, and hears nothing but the sounds of the forest. Her adrenaline fading, Crow realizes that for the first time, she is completely alone; and as nearly any kit would in her situation, she bursts into tears. Is she never going to see her family again? What if no one ever finds her? What if the coyotes track her down and she can't keep running?
She's too overwhelmed to notice the sounds of other cats at first, but when her ear flicks with recognition, her head snaps up to look at them - they blend into the forest, their gazes sending a chill up Crow's spine. Are they here to help her or hurt her...? Wearily, her fur fluffs up as she tries to look as big as possible, her eyes narrowed as she glares at them through her tears.
blow a kiss at the methane skies
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