deep scars [open]

[Jaywood]

It was a foggy night in the territory, the wind howled and yelped, the trees whistled. Most likely a storm would come soon, by Jaywood's guess, she was in the territory, making her way home, back to camp. Her back and shoulders stung from the freezing cold wind that hovered them. Clouds were forming in the sky as she walked, then he heard a bone chilling crackle of lightning, it brought shivers to her spine. Then she heard what sounded like a branch falling, she looked up and the branch had began, she leaped out of the way, but alas it was hit her back legs, Pain seared in them as he struggled to free herself from what felt like the grip of sharp claws. The wind continued the howl and soon freezing rain fell, not hail, but it was cold and wet.

She wanted to scream, scream in fear, but it was like her throat was clogged with moss and she couldn't make a sound, she then had pulled her legs out, they weren't broken, but it was her right hind paw, around the ankle, perhaps she was sprained it, but she wasn't sure. Fur blinded her and she had no idea where she was going, she felt lost in her own territory, it made her feel like a helpless kit or apprentice. She laid, close to a tree, trying to stay sheltered, her paws ached and her sprain wouldn't help at all. "Hello? Anybody there?" Jaywood called, the best she could at least. Her throat felt scratchy and she still felt helpless, what to do, but wait. She had more then what could possibly become physical scars, but in her mind, there were scars.

When she was a kit, none of the kits would play with her, she was often alone, making her turn into the cat she was today, bitter as ever. She stayed quiet afterwards, waiting as if she knew someone had heard her plea.

[xp I am feeling dramatic. Also there is a limit of 2 other people, so if there are already two, then you can't join.]