Milkysplash dragged her paws along the desert sand, breath ragged and shallow. Her seashell- her only thing left- bounced against her chest. /Don't think. Don't think. Just keep walking./ It was getting harder not to think as she bent over and gasped for air. After all, with your life flashing before your eyes, surely it brought out some regret? Some nostalgia? Some SOMETHING? /Stop being dramatic, just keep walking. You aren't going to die today./ "Ha!" She stopped collapsed breathing breathing getupgetupgetup stayalivestayalivestayalive "I can't die, stop it. I have to go back. I have to apologize-" She'd left Sageheart when she needed her She'd left Turtleflop to Bayoublight (she hoped they were happy- she hoped that so, so much) She'd Bobblewaddle. Leaving without fixing anything. Without saying sorry. She'd left Cream still a kittypet Stars, she'd Dough still a /kit./ She'd left Taffy still a stranger. She'd left Butter and Cookie without a word. "Stop it. I can't die. And I can't think about that right now either.'' Why did standing up hurt so much? Since when was it so /hard?/ Maybe I had it coming, she thought with a bitter laugh. Maybe this is karma for all the times I got away. Why couldn't kittens stay that way forever? Why did they have to grow up into monsters? Why couldn't she have stayed happy-go-lucky and /stupid/ like she was when she was three moons old? Something flew behind her. A butterfly? A moth. But she could pretend, pretend she was younger, pretend she could jump the same way and it wouldn't hurt, pretend she'd never hurt anyone in her life, pretend she didn't have a care in the world. She chased the butterfly into a small oasis that she couldn't possibly have seen, not anymore, not with her eyes now. She felt it on her paws for a spilt-second before she fell. Slipped away, just like that. "I'm sorry! I love you!" The midnight air didn't seem to care. "Please forgive me! I didn't mean to grow up!" then she fell she felt something snap it was something else completely. she'd never felt this much joy, this much peace, this much pain. The water filled with blood as she clutched her seashell tightly to herself. And then it was over.
so this happened on March 17, 2023, never got the courage to write it until now i'm so sorry my sweet little battle kitty ily credits to the character owners So with school ending I really can't check on Scratch as much anymore. I keep trying and failing to leave for real. As in, no more secret alts, no more "checking back", no more nothing. So I honestly have no idea if I'll check back here. Or what I'm doing next. I'm sorry for making a mess of my chances here I'm proud of you Milkysplash I wish you could have stayed a kitten too
