[ TW: implied death ] His breath was short, being blurted out in short bursts. He didn’t have the legs to do this. The floppy-eared feline felt his eyes widen as he sprinted through the lightly forest terrain of his home. The snow crunched underneath his paws loudly- begging him to stop and relieve his dry, cracked lips upon them. But now wasn’t the time. His dear sister ran besides him- the tortoiseshell that shared his lop ears- but certainly not the pelt pattern. Loud screech of hunger could be hear behind them- and he caught the scent of blood on his sister’s garishly dry lips. Had the lack of water been that bad? He tried not to think about the other cats coming after them. He tried to understand that they were just delusional. Hungry. A starving stomach could do weird things. But he could barely think about it without shaking. If he trembled he’d slowed down. His brother had already lost all his energy and toppled over fox lengths ago. Now it was just him and his sister. How long could they hold out, he wondered, as a memory filtered into his brain. -- “On the farm, every Friday!” Hummed his wonderful grandmother, her harebells blowing from the breeze that died just as it reached her and the trio of kits that lay beside her. Him, his sister, and his brother. His eyes drowsily blinked to the nursery rhyme that she hummed. She was watching them while mama had a nice walk. “On the farm, it’s rabbit pie day…” Her voice was soothing, despite the cracks that broke through with her age. But the trio didn’t mind as they slowly but surely slipped into sleep. “So every Friday that ever comes along, I get up early, and sing this little song.” She whispered into her wonderful grandkitten’s ears- smiling lightly, cornflower blue eyes gleaming brightly in the dimly lit den. “Run, rabbit! Run, rabbit! Run, run run!” She meowed, pausing briefly to groom her grandkit’s heads. “Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmers gun.” She hummed sweetly as one of the three kits by her side fell fast asleep. “Run rabbit! Run rabbit, run!” She sang with the windy breeze outside, the two kittens by her side that were still awake continuing to listen sleepily. “Run rabbit! Run rabbit! Run, run, run!” She waves her head slowly from side to side, as the second kit found herself slipping off to sleep. The third still listened- even if he was so tired. “Don’t give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!” She whistled into the air, as the final kit began to blink his eyes very slowly and groggily. “He’ll get by without his rabbit pie, so run rabbit! Run rabbit! Run, run, run!” ——— I don’t know how I feel about this teaser lol, but I like the storyline itself, so please enjoy a snippet of what I hope is to come!! Also this story WILL have cannibalism so… uh..
Audio Run Rabbit Run - Flanagan and Allen
