YOU DON'T KNEEL, YOU DON'T CRY
Cream tipped paws dirtied from days of wandering the old camp area rustle the dried grass as she plods along, the heavily round seal sepia gives a small sniffle of a noise as she continues to walk - her usually curled and clean pelt matted in mud and prickly from care. It had been almost three days since her twolegs had left and she had given up hope they would return. It had been an accident leaving when they were in their moving nest prepared to go, she had wanted to say goodbye to the kind forest cats they had met and lost track of time - normally her people were good at checking for her but this time...
She had come back to find the camper gone, an outline of dry dirt where it once stood the only indication it had been there. She could still smell the charcoal of the grill lingering, the bitter sting of gasoline smell and the faintest cinnamon of seasonal candles drifting above. Bambi had cried for hours, unmoving from that place and hoping beyond hope they would just come back. Surely they noticed, surely they knew, any moment now she would hear the crunch of tires over gravel and see that white and blue metallic husk of a nest rolling to her. They would coo and pet and apologize and she would get to sit on a lap the entire ride back to make up for it.
It was those thoughts that kept her there, curled under the shade of a nearby tree watching the worn road, green eyes and wanting.
It was hunger that drove her to move, hunger and the realization she would not just be starving herself if she stayed. How was she going to have kits out here? Something would eat them and then eat her! The small molly stifled her cries as she continued on, trying to follow the scent of the odd riverside cats she knew lived somewhere around here but her tracking was poor and her focus wavering.
She had come back to find the camper gone, an outline of dry dirt where it once stood the only indication it had been there. She could still smell the charcoal of the grill lingering, the bitter sting of gasoline smell and the faintest cinnamon of seasonal candles drifting above. Bambi had cried for hours, unmoving from that place and hoping beyond hope they would just come back. Surely they noticed, surely they knew, any moment now she would hear the crunch of tires over gravel and see that white and blue metallic husk of a nest rolling to her. They would coo and pet and apologize and she would get to sit on a lap the entire ride back to make up for it.
It was those thoughts that kept her there, curled under the shade of a nearby tree watching the worn road, green eyes and wanting.
It was hunger that drove her to move, hunger and the realization she would not just be starving herself if she stayed. How was she going to have kits out here? Something would eat them and then eat her! The small molly stifled her cries as she continued on, trying to follow the scent of the odd riverside cats she knew lived somewhere around here but her tracking was poor and her focus wavering.
Ooc- This is slightly backwritten to just after the camp kittypet plot!
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YOU'LL BREAK THE NECK OF ANY MAN WHO'LL TRY
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BAMBI
Kittypet [Future RiverClan Weaver/Caregiver]
She/Her
"Speech.", 'Thoughts'
Seal sepia w/low white & green eyes.
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