TRIGGER WARNING
Before continuing to read this post and thread, be aware that it may contain the following topics of discussion:
● Childbirth complications, death at birth.
● Grief and loss.
● Childbirth complications, death at birth.
● Grief and loss.
We can give more than this,
Though it kills me...
Though it kills me...
DAGGER, She/Her / 20 moons / Loner, Shipyard Cat
A Grandiose bimetallic fawn Sokoke tabby molly with low white with bright orange eyes
Biological Family unknown, Adopted daughter of ANCHOR and STERN, Adopted sibling to RUDDER and KEEL
Stands confidently and wears her scars with pride, often unintentionally intimidating (but knows how to be on purpose too), jovial with a bold sense of humor
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A Grandiose bimetallic fawn Sokoke tabby molly with low white with bright orange eyes
Biological Family unknown, Adopted daughter of ANCHOR and STERN, Adopted sibling to RUDDER and KEEL
Stands confidently and wears her scars with pride, often unintentionally intimidating (but knows how to be on purpose too), jovial with a bold sense of humor
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Having briefly gone to cobble together some food Dagger and her adoptive siblings Rudder and Keel had returned with a surprising bounty of fish. Apparently some twoleg seafolk had lost a whole tub of the things! The three weren't cats to question the opportunity especially since there was no sign of said twolegs coming to collect. Luckily, between the three of them and mainly due to Dagger's impressive stature they managed to haul it into the area that the cats of the Shipyard preferred to stick to. Rudder and Keel were particularly enthusiastic about the find, calling over their friends and really almost anyone to share it with. Dagger, similarly enthusiastic, but a bit more deliberate with who she chose to share with.
Taking a good few morsels out of the weird box, Dagger searched around for a good friend of hers, someone who had recently had kits. "Hey, Wave?" Dagger approached confidently, but gently. She knew what had happened, this litter was missing one so soon. What was meant to be three, was instead two. "Got some food for ya'." Dagger looked around briefly, hoping to see Adder too but he didn't seem to be around. Odds are he wasn't too far though. In any case, Wave could save some fish for him if she wanted. "Do you maybe want some company?" Dagger asked, offering to calmly loaf next to Wave. "Is it alright to ask how they're doing? The little guppies of yours?"
Taking a good few morsels out of the weird box, Dagger searched around for a good friend of hers, someone who had recently had kits. "Hey, Wave?" Dagger approached confidently, but gently. She knew what had happened, this litter was missing one so soon. What was meant to be three, was instead two. "Got some food for ya'." Dagger looked around briefly, hoping to see Adder too but he didn't seem to be around. Odds are he wasn't too far though. In any case, Wave could save some fish for him if she wanted. "Do you maybe want some company?" Dagger asked, offering to calmly loaf next to Wave. "Is it alright to ask how they're doing? The little guppies of yours?"
And I'm sorry for the people that we all used to be...
We can give more than just 'believe'
We can give more than just 'believe'