WE’RE CAUGHT IN A WAVE | JOINING

[Malana]

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Caesar’s arrival provided her a momentary distraction from her agony, chocolate hued eyes lifting from the form of her deceased mother to focus on him. He didn’t seem too pleased to see her, but she failed to understand why. Unkindness and a generally mean disposition were things that Malana could not yet comprehend. She had never come across any truly malicious spirits in her time on this planet, the only unforgiving entity that had ever vexed her being the ocean. It had been the thing that had conjured that wave... it had been the thing that had claimed her mother’s life. And yet, she still felt herself drawn to it, its salty scent and cereulean colored sea foam beckoning her back into its depths. It was strange. So strange.

Blinking large tears away, she sniffled a little bit. [color=#00688b]”Not safe?” She inquired quietly, the words feeling foreign and wrong in her mouth. She still was not used to speaking and admittedly, the unnamed Malana struggled to decipher how and why she was able to communicate with these felines. [color=#00688b]”My mommy... can you help her?” She reared upon her hind legs in that moment, a combination of her thick whale tail and forelegs keeping her balanced as she leaned against the figure of her mother. She wanted to believe there was still hope but... but... she didn’t know. Just the thought of being parted from her mother brought more tears to her eyes, face contorting from sadness.

Papercutter’s voice cut through her misery though, draging her back to reality. She would turn to face him, bottom lip trembling. She didn’t want to cry... she couldn’t cry in front of these people. They weren’t her pod, they were strangers! The kitten didn’t like the idea of strangers. But she couldn’t help herself. She was so lost and so confused and couldn’t even begin to fathom how or why she was standing on legs. She was an orca calf, not a cat. This was unnatural.

Unnatural and wrong.

[color=#00688b]”Hurt? I... I’m not sure,” She admitted, [color=#00688b]”What’s a ‘Caesar’?” Her question was asked innocently, the concept of names not something that she had ever stumbled upon before. In her pod, everyone had a squeak and squeal that differentiated them from one another, not a vocal word. Hm. [color=#00688b]”Do I have to leave my Mommy?” Another innocent inquiry. They could bring her mother with them, couldn’t they? Swallowing down a new rush of tears, she stared between the two, white paws shuffling anxiously against the sand.