Post by Nightingale on Aug 6, 2017 10:55:16 GMT -6
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Rose was starving.
Alright, perhaps not starving, but she did like to be dramatic. Her stomach was hollow, of course, and every step forward was eating off her frame, which really didn't have much to spare. As a Siamese, she was naturally slender and had almost no fat on her body. It didn't help that her parents were purebred, the fruits of the breeder's labours, years of hand-picking Siamese cats with the skinniest bodies, longest legs and biggest, almond eyes.
Too bad she was deemed not fit to carry on the genes.
She flicked her ear, warding away those memories because they hurt her too much. She continued her trek, which was honestly taking her nowhere except further into the journey towards starvation. Which was already in sight. She needed to find a way to fill her stomach, and fast. It didn't help that she couldn't hear any sign of food around her; neither the scrabbling sound of mice, or the chirping of birds. Her paws stopped multiple times, big ears flicking to try and catch a sound of a meal, but she couldn't. She continued on, walking elegantly forward, fear slowly starting to rise up and consume her. Stopping, she took a deep breath.
And the sound of tiny rodent claws on the ground filled her ears.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes flew open. Deep blue orbs searched the grasses around her, snaking through the green blades to try and find the little thing. Come on, come on. But nothing. Absolutely nothing.
She was ready to let it go and carry on, when a flash of grey caught her eye. Freezing, her eyes continued to search through the grasses, until she finally noticed the vole, a big, plump mammoth of a vole, munching on a stalk of wheat. Gathering her long limbs beneath her, she put all of her money on the line and leapt, a lovely, graceful leap, hideously overestimated and landing her a foxlength away from the vole. She quickly whipped around and dashed after the rodent, reaching out and throwing him onto his back before finishing him off quickly.
Finally. Her first meal in days.
She sat down and began to clean her paws, which were dirt-covered from her little chase, before she started to eat. As she did, she noticed another cat approaching and flicked an ear, reaching out a paw to scoop the vole closer to her body.
Alright, perhaps not starving, but she did like to be dramatic. Her stomach was hollow, of course, and every step forward was eating off her frame, which really didn't have much to spare. As a Siamese, she was naturally slender and had almost no fat on her body. It didn't help that her parents were purebred, the fruits of the breeder's labours, years of hand-picking Siamese cats with the skinniest bodies, longest legs and biggest, almond eyes.
Too bad she was deemed not fit to carry on the genes.
She flicked her ear, warding away those memories because they hurt her too much. She continued her trek, which was honestly taking her nowhere except further into the journey towards starvation. Which was already in sight. She needed to find a way to fill her stomach, and fast. It didn't help that she couldn't hear any sign of food around her; neither the scrabbling sound of mice, or the chirping of birds. Her paws stopped multiple times, big ears flicking to try and catch a sound of a meal, but she couldn't. She continued on, walking elegantly forward, fear slowly starting to rise up and consume her. Stopping, she took a deep breath.
And the sound of tiny rodent claws on the ground filled her ears.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes flew open. Deep blue orbs searched the grasses around her, snaking through the green blades to try and find the little thing. Come on, come on. But nothing. Absolutely nothing.
She was ready to let it go and carry on, when a flash of grey caught her eye. Freezing, her eyes continued to search through the grasses, until she finally noticed the vole, a big, plump mammoth of a vole, munching on a stalk of wheat. Gathering her long limbs beneath her, she put all of her money on the line and leapt, a lovely, graceful leap, hideously overestimated and landing her a foxlength away from the vole. She quickly whipped around and dashed after the rodent, reaching out and throwing him onto his back before finishing him off quickly.
Finally. Her first meal in days.
She sat down and began to clean her paws, which were dirt-covered from her little chase, before she started to eat. As she did, she noticed another cat approaching and flicked an ear, reaching out a paw to scoop the vole closer to her body.
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