TW!!! Blood, violence, and quite a lot of anger at a poor feline from a big canine The small brown feline was slammed against a bush, shoved into the claw-like thorns that raked down their fur. He tries to gasp for air, tries to flail and fight, tries to use what Emi taught her, but it's a helpless attempt. The monster's grimy yellow teeth, speckled and spotted, smelling like carcasses and decay, gnashing in front of dandelion eyes filled with fear. It's angry, it's furious, it's here to kill. He snaps a paw out, ripping the monster's tongue from its mouth, breath coming in hard breaths. Kicking out, thrashing and screaming, she hears bones snap, flesh and fur rip and tear. And the feline is free, free to run and hide, free to flee, terrified. But without cost comes nothing. And Zionwhirl had just paid his. Breath coming in, hot and making her body heave and shake, a stuttered whimper trying to sum up the pain that surged from their limbs. All for a stupid, jittery, starving little rabbit. And what's worse? It had gotten away, with a story for its kits and its cotton tail and speckled brown pelt untouched. Instead, it was Zz that was thrown into the air, with broken wings and a lie that they could fly. Dusty fur and a mangy coat on the triangular monster's face, his head held low and brushing along the ground, set and ready to bite a small hare's neck. And then, a cat. It darts out fast, trying to grab the bunny, to claim it for its own. The monster will not have that. Zionwhirl cradles, tightly curled by the roots of a tree. Fire burns through her veins, and it grabs and twists bone to its desire. He cries, he sobs, he screeches out for help. But no one comes. No one has appeared to rescue them. .... ...... Zionwhirl's left alone. .... .... ...... Why? Why will no one come? Trying to obstruct the words, he listens. .... .... ..... ...... Oh. It's /their/ fault, isn't it? It's because Zionwhirl doesn't talk, it's because she doesn't let others know anything but the tragically sad cat, who lets no one help. It was always like that, wasn't it? I was always left alone. I was always stuck like this. I don't really know what to do anymore. It's a sick realization really. But it cleared my thoughts... Possibly. I wonder if I can fix this. Well, not my paw. That's in the monster's belly. But instead, my life. My existence itself. .... ..... I don't want to die here. I don't want to go, I don't want to go. I /will/ see Dawnlightdance again, I WILL! And I'll bring vae flowers. They like flowers, right? And I'll see my Clan. I'll be better, I can fix this, I can fix this, I can fix this... Zionwhirl, struggling and wheezing, stands. It feels like every bit of skeleton has shattered, and rearranged like a haphazard mosaic. Legs collapse and snap like tree branches, muscles weak from not moving, just sitting in rain, snow, and sun. They have been gone for long, too long. For a week. It’s normal though. He does tend to do this. And she knows they may be angry, that they may be scared. But Zionwhirl brought back a rabbit, and wasn’t so sad anymore! It only cost a front right paw.
