TW: sad themes, injury, implied d3ath —— I remember when I was granted what has come to be called life. It was cold when my seed was found. Found by not even my own kin. Not by blood. I instead replaced those bonds with roots, weaving me closer to them than any blood could. The mother found me. Raised me. None of her kits survived the snow and ice. Except for one other. His seed was hardened. Determination pushed its way to the front. He was always the fun one. Adventurous. Brave. I was never that strong. I buried myself. To protect myself. And without anyone else to nourish me, he began to do so instead. We went on journey after journey. His seed grew to be spry and flexible. Mine was hanging on as fast as it could, not falling to the storms. Even when his did. I thought I had it under control. That I had kept track of the signs. That I could protect him and shade him after he fell. But then he crashed. Uprooted. And without those roots, I fell too. Ground unstable. His tree never regrew. But my tree found a way to defend itself. As many things do, it reproduced. A seed fell, and this time I took it into my own paws to replant. So no one could ever see me. So I would never get too close. So I would never rely on another to hold me up. I planted my own seed. But it was too deep to grow.
—— Part One: ❝ ꜱᴇᴇᴅ ❞ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1234595759/ Part Two: ❝ ꜱᴘʀᴏᴜᴛ ❞ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1249203501/ Part Three: ❝ ʙᴜᴅ ❞ Part Four: ❝ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ ❞ Part Five: ❝ ᴡɪʟᴛ ❞ —— This is actually (partially) unplanned SRPs I’ll be doing will all my major Roleplay character from now on! It’s planned points that change depending on that happens in the cat’s lifetime. Inspired by: @MoonclawedCatWC @SilverFeatherPro101
