{$title} me when i kitty v1
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As the Breeze Settles
The sun was like a small fire placed firmly within the territory of their plains. It swept its tail across their territory and left orange fur in its wake. Grasses tinged yellow as it lapped the water from their leaves, its thirst never parched. Its hot breath carried on the wind, bringing with it a nasty feeling that Eggsplat couldn't imagine thriving in. She wrinkled her nose and shook the feeling off. What an awful cat it would be, inconsiderate and a nuisance. The only reliable relief from the sun's irritating presence were the small ponds and the few spots of shade that crop up. Eggsplat had hoped the tunnels would be cooler than the praire above but that hope had long been dispelled. Chasing rabbits and aiding in the beginning of digwork proved them to grow warm far too quickly, in addition to her own pelt. She sighed, making her way down the tunnel towards more familiar scents.
Wide eyes blinked at the sunlight pooling into the maw of the tunnel, a mrrp! of excitement finding its way out of the molly. Her walk shifted to a quick paced trot as she entered "camp", tail held high as the gullet of the earth drew further away. Maybe I should ask about being reassigned.... Ah but i'm not too sure about anything else here yet.. Maybe I'll wait it out? Eggsplat flicked her ear as she thought, the rustle and chatter of cats drowning into the background with the drone of insects and song birds. It only took a few moments for the familiar itch of grime to crawl its way up her pelt, a nasty, clumpy, sandy feeling that had been long since forgotten..
A warmth had found its way into her skin and began to sink deep into her bones, drawing forth the memory of large messy nests that were a mess of colours and strange soft textures that Eggsplat had often found herself lazing around in. A lake that was endless, with fish so large she couldn't even fathom to dip her paws in the water. A smaller nofur who would chased her across the sandy banks, catching critters for the two of them to sniff and inspect. The constant frights the little nofur would inflict upon the poor molly, burying itself in the sand and drawing her close just to let out a startling cry once she was a whisker length away. The days in which the little nofur and a larger nofur would accompany Eggsplat to tend to the hens, carefully collecting eggs to bring to their own freshkill pile. The cream coloured molly would seat herself in an empty nest as she ensured this kit did their duty, and would reward them with encouraging meows and affectionate nuzzles when they drew near. In return she'd get tasty pellets and array of sounds she's certain were happy. They sounded similar enough, anyways. Like the kits running rampant, small paws kicking up dust storms as they chased each other to and fro. Eggsplat blinked the memory away, turning her head as said kits vanished into a crowd of chattering cats.
Maybe these nests could someday be warm like the barn's.
No use in thinking about the past. There's far too many things that need attention now.. A breeze ruffled her soft fur, reminding her of the pesky remnants of the day's work.
"Speak" // "Thoughts"
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