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Post by shatanica on Nov 20, 2012 23:23:06 GMT -5
The little black Maine Coon kit walked along slowly, taking a deep breath for a moment. She shifted her weight as she walked along, before closing her eyes for a moment. She didn't like what she was seeing because it was all strange to her. She took a deep breath as she stopped to look upwards at the tree's. She could see where she was, but still she wasn't sure about what all was going to happen to her today. She had been abused and beaten, causing herself to almost fear everything all together. She moved a little bit, still she could feel herself shaking in fear. This was all new to her and she was hungry and thirsty but didn't know anything about finding her own.
She had recently been left on her own and tore to pieces in the process. She had trusted her father who just seemed to lead her astray and she followed him like a love sick kit. She didn't know who or what to trust now as she had lost her trust in everybody around her.
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Post by Chinchilla on Nov 20, 2012 23:33:03 GMT -5
[/b]" A closer look revealed that the kit didn't look well at all. Pinning his ears to his head, Zack looked around for any sign of her parents. It wouldn't do to get into a fight over a kit. Paranoid, he placed his paws on the carcass of the rabbit. He wasn't worried about losing it to the kit, since it was so small and he wouldn't protest to sharing in the first place, but he was worried about a fox showing up to battle him for his dinner. That wouldn't do at all. He needed this grub. " A little kit like you shouldn't be out here alone." He added, remembering the clan cats who had attacked him when he was young.[/ul]
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Post by shatanica on Nov 22, 2012 18:21:59 GMT -5
The stray black kit wasn't sure about this whole thing, she didn't really want to be near anything. But honestly she was scared oe being alone. She didn't know if she could ever trust again for everybody she ever knew had betrayed her and left her in this place. She didn't know where she had come from or even how to get back, but she only wished that they hadn't left her in this strange place. The forest had gotten thicker as she moved onward, but she didn't know what to do if she went back. Being a fairly young kit, she knew she could get into trouble if she went back because now she was an outcast.
Shaking her head for a moment she stopped and sat down. Licking her paw and rubbing it against her face, she heard a sound. She heard the sound of something dropping and she jumped to her feet, her tail straight outwards and her eyes looking for what had made the sound. But when a voice came with it, she almost took off running away. Her body trembled as she took a deep breath before she spotted him. "Who...me?" she asked, not sure if she could trust this other. She knew she would make a break for it if he came much closer, but odd enough he was the same color as she. But it seemed like he was of shorter hair than herself.
She thought she might have known him, but with the shorter coat she knew he was not part of her family. She knew she wasn't okay and now her tummy was grumbling when she noticed a rabbit at the toms feet. She licked her lips and watched him, wondering if he would share of if she would have to fight to take the food from him. She shifted her weight lightly, her focus was on the food at his feet. Her black eyes where locked on it tightly but she wouldn't take none if he offered it. She didn't know if she could trust him or not. He spoke again and it made her start to cry. Tears came to her eyes and she realized she was truly alone and she knew she couldn't lie to herself anymore. "What's it to you?" She tried to straighten herself out and up but right now she was so hungry, scared and hurt it was impossible.
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Post by Chinchilla on Nov 26, 2012 10:29:58 GMT -5
[/b]" He asked, tail swishing irritably from side to side. He was anxious, looking over his shoulder and scanning the trees. His moons of wandering the forest and town had taught him that if there was a kit, chances were there was an angry mother ready and willing to rip the fur off of anyone she deemed a threat. Zack would never dream of hurting a kit, but he really didn't care to explain that to an angry mother. " I only see one mangy kit here." She didn't look so good. If there was a mother around, Zack didn't think much of her. He lifted a paw to smooth the fur on top of his head, looking for all intents and purposes disinterested in the kit. The other paw stayed firmly on top of the rabbit. " It's not safe for kits to wander around by themselves." His ears flattened against his head, the tom yet again reminded that it wasn't safe to have a rabbit just lying about where any old predator could see it. " "Being a loner doesn't make me heartless. Do you need help?" He wasn't going to beat around the bush about it. He wasn't a clan cat, who needed a code to justify having basic empathy for other cats. If the kit needed help, he'd happily give it. " You're going to get eaten by a fox or something if you keep walking around out here by yourself." He looked back to her, ears flattened against his head. Wait, was she crying? " Shit, no. Don't cry! I'm no good with crying kits. Uh." What was he supposed to do now? What did kits like? Bugs? Would a bug make her stop crying? Probably not. He pulled his paw back from the rabbit. " Here. You can have the rabbit. Just don't cry." He needed to eat, of course, but there was no way a kit could eat an entire rabbit, right? Hopefully not. Besides, he still had a day or two before he risked getting sick from not eating. Enough time to get another meal. Even if he didn't, she was just a lost kit. " I'm no good with kits. Couldn't you have gotten found by one of the clans?" He huffed. He knew she was hurt, but he didn't want to comment on that yet. If it was bad, he didn't want to scare her off. But he had no idea how to handle injuries, so he just hoped that it was nothing that wouldn't heal on its own.[/ul]
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