*Mysterypaw had been in the den, cleaning off her fur, when she had heard something. It sounded somewhat like another cat was behind her, saying something she struggled to hear, before she heard it more clearly. Some kind of critique on her hunting. She turned to face this cat, though when she did, she was met with... Nothing. She couldn't pinpoint the location of this cat criticizing her.* "I'm sure it wasn't that bad." *she mumbled to herself, scratching at an itch behind her ear.* *This wouldn't be the last time she'd be hearing voices though. She looked at the prey pile and heard something about the prey simply looking tasty. It was certainly more welcome than the last one she heard.* "Hmm. I guess they do look appetizing." *she meowed, seemingly to herself. Though only she knew there was someone else. Or was there? For that was only what she thought.* The last thing she had heard that nobody else could that day wasn't a phrase from some other cat. It was simply a few notes, in an almost melodic tone. She didn't pay it much mind, though the day's events had confused her greatly. What was it that she'd been hearing? Maybe she should try to meet this mystery cat. But that wasn't her priority right now.* *Her priority? Sleep.*
If you are/know someone with schizophrenia, please be free to critique how it's represented. Thumb is a Tomodachi Life ref just cuz hyperfix
