03-26-2018, 12:41 PM
The kit was still. Could be considered dead. Cry sighed from where she was perched nearby. The raven's crisp ice blue eyes blinked owlishly as she tilted her head. A coo caught in her throat. She might as well go check the body. See how long it been dead. The raven opened her good wing, hopping out of the snow drowned bush she was resting in. She hopped over to the cat, scanning him, she decided, over. It... was still alive. The cat was giving shallow, weak breaths. Unconscious. Cry blinked. It would die alone out here in the snow.
It was a good thing that she was here. But... she supposed it was a bad thing she did not care. ... Okay, maybe she did a little. Cry was not one to care for strangers, but she had a soft spot for those that were weak and harmless. The elderly and children had a nice roost on her soft spot. She couldn't tell how old this cat was, but it had a soft color and a softer face, giving the illusion .... damn her feelings.
Cry sighed, sitting down in the snow in front of the other. If no one else in this lazy clan was going to show up, she would keep an eye on him. Or... at least until he woke up. or someone else showed up. Whichever came first, she supposed.
It must have been half an hour before the other began to stir. His brown eyes fluttered open as he scanned his areas. Too weak to move? Poor thing. Cry stood up from where she was covered in snow. She shook herself off, being careful of her broken wing. The raven walked around to the front of the male, staring him down in his eyes. A coo vibrated in her throat, an unasked question. Who are you?
"SPEECH"
It was a good thing that she was here. But... she supposed it was a bad thing she did not care. ... Okay, maybe she did a little. Cry was not one to care for strangers, but she had a soft spot for those that were weak and harmless. The elderly and children had a nice roost on her soft spot. She couldn't tell how old this cat was, but it had a soft color and a softer face, giving the illusion .... damn her feelings.
Cry sighed, sitting down in the snow in front of the other. If no one else in this lazy clan was going to show up, she would keep an eye on him. Or... at least until he woke up. or someone else showed up. Whichever came first, she supposed.
It must have been half an hour before the other began to stir. His brown eyes fluttered open as he scanned his areas. Too weak to move? Poor thing. Cry stood up from where she was covered in snow. She shook herself off, being careful of her broken wing. The raven walked around to the front of the male, staring him down in his eyes. A coo vibrated in her throat, an unasked question. Who are you?
"SPEECH"