you must be strong.
talon sat rigid, as usual. rain lightly tapped against the flattened grass from pawsteps moving over it consistently. his pelt lightly flinched as cold drops hit against tight skin.
this world is cruel, unforgiving.
blue eye flickered as a cat passed, their name unknown. their face- every stripe, every scar, every marking- memorized. his body couldn't relax even as he took a small inhale through his nose.
a small tom like you will suffer if you let others get too close.
memories flashed, claws gently gripping into loose skin, a wild look in that all but familiar- almost faded face. eyes wild and distraught.
you have no choice. run, talon. do not forget.
he had run as fast as little legs would carry him. he swore the stench of death followed him, but it faded. just like the memories, but the voice remained. the voice was engrained. repeated. I can only imagine how strong you'd have to be to make it this far. It was almost like a strike against his facade, yet the boy did not recoil. there was a shame, however. letting his own kind help him- when before this, they showed nothing but the uncanny ability to be cruel. rogues ripped his mother from him, and yet- he stood in a camp of cats who claimed allies, friendliness.
Cats his mother had warned him about- and yet, they showed something talon had never yet seen before in his short life. unheard of. his tongue rolled in his mouth, his toes flexed against the dirt. And then he shifted from the sulking position- lifting his white muzzled chin, rolling his shoulders from behind his head and slinking back down.
And then a warning call, his head shooting to the side, fur on end as suddenly a green round moss hit his shoulder, teeth clenching and revealing, and blue eye wild in a moment of alarm. but it was only that- a ball of what he recognized as moss, bedding- yet it made him jump like a snake had attacked him.
Talons fur was on end, haunches raised as he faced the ball, and the strange faces moving forwards. his paw shot at it, a moment of thought- they were coming for it, not him- and sent it soaring back to the others.




