Post by sybil on Jan 19, 2016 19:40:32 GMT
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Don't Forget About Me
[attr="class","itdscroll"]Tap, tap, tap, tap. Her little paws made the tiniest little sound as she made her way across the forest floor, it is in fact why she got her name in the first place. Her sleek black pelt and bright yellow eyes making it even harder to see the silent predator, yet she wasn't out here to hunt, she needed to get away. Away from the commotion, the conversation, her brother pestering her to go talk to someone or go ask to be on a patrol. All of it was so overwhelming for the skittish cat.
Eveningstep was not one for others. She broke away from liking any sort of contact after her parents died and while it wasn't exactly their deaths that brought it on it was a good cover up for what she really felt. She was finally out walking on her own, not being harassed and asked if she was okay. When it happened of course she wasn't okay, why did they need to keep asking. Over and over she was watched, shoved with others, forced to answer the same questions. One day she was going to snap and she knew that. So these days it was hard for anyone to get near her, they had to be careful not to run her off.
Sometimes though... This little cat did want some love. She dreamed of being a mother, having those who loved her, having friends. Sometimes your dreams don't always come true, and thats what she is starting to think.
Her paws came to a stop, just at the edge of the burnt tree. She plopped down, grooming herself with her ears flickering back and forth, just in case.
Eveningstep was not one for others. She broke away from liking any sort of contact after her parents died and while it wasn't exactly their deaths that brought it on it was a good cover up for what she really felt. She was finally out walking on her own, not being harassed and asked if she was okay. When it happened of course she wasn't okay, why did they need to keep asking. Over and over she was watched, shoved with others, forced to answer the same questions. One day she was going to snap and she knew that. So these days it was hard for anyone to get near her, they had to be careful not to run her off.
Sometimes though... This little cat did want some love. She dreamed of being a mother, having those who loved her, having friends. Sometimes your dreams don't always come true, and thats what she is starting to think.
Her paws came to a stop, just at the edge of the burnt tree. She plopped down, grooming herself with her ears flickering back and forth, just in case.
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