08-01-2018, 11:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2018, 11:52 PM by CHERRYWINE.)
[color=black]"Come on, Clark," the molly called, slowing her gait slightly to place a paw on her son's shoulder, nudging him forward. She didn't know what it was, but something about that kid just wasn't right. His English was still shitty - though he was currently young enough to get away with it -, he was obsessed with rocks, and he just didn't listen to her. Like, at all. Sometimes, when she spoke right to his face, he would react, but otherwise, he just ignored her unless she poked him, or something. How she'd managed to birth such a dumb-ass kid, she didn't know, but she loved him either way. He was... a pretty special kid, to say the least.
As the two of them continued onward, a sharp smell, one that vaguely resembled some of the other groups Cherry had encountered so far, reached the girl's nose, growing stronger as she led her son forward until it was almost overwhelming. "Stop," she told him, holding a paw in front of his chest as she drew to a halt at what she assumed was the border. Mud squelched beneath her paws, and Cherrywine couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in distaste. She couldn't believe she was actually in this nasty-ass place. "Hey!" the cream tabby called, rolling onto her toes ever so slightly as she peered into the trees. "Th' name's Cherrywine, and this is my kid, Clark." She nodded to the little boy as she spoke, shifting her weight slightly. "This is, like, a clan, right? We're looking for a place to crash."
"speech"
//ayy pls wait for [member=1795]clark f.[/member] to post
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God, how long had she been traveling? Three months? Four? Too fucking long, that was for sure. Cherrywine was sure, if she had been followed after the attack on her group, they must have lost her trail by now- that or they'd given up, because this place sure as hell wasn't the city. It was fucking disgusting, all wet and smelly- despite everything Cherry had been through, from murders to childbirth, this had to be the worst. Her paws were a muddy green, and it smelled terrible. If there was one thing Cherry hated - though, really, there were many -, it was dirt. Dirt, mud, all that shit- she just couldn't take it. Some things were worse than others, like puke and blood, for example. Blood, she definitely didn't mind, but vomit? No fucking way, dude. Luckily, there wasn't any of that here, but it sure as hell looked like it. Gross. [color=black]"Come on, Clark," the molly called, slowing her gait slightly to place a paw on her son's shoulder, nudging him forward. She didn't know what it was, but something about that kid just wasn't right. His English was still shitty - though he was currently young enough to get away with it -, he was obsessed with rocks, and he just didn't listen to her. Like, at all. Sometimes, when she spoke right to his face, he would react, but otherwise, he just ignored her unless she poked him, or something. How she'd managed to birth such a dumb-ass kid, she didn't know, but she loved him either way. He was... a pretty special kid, to say the least.
As the two of them continued onward, a sharp smell, one that vaguely resembled some of the other groups Cherry had encountered so far, reached the girl's nose, growing stronger as she led her son forward until it was almost overwhelming. "Stop," she told him, holding a paw in front of his chest as she drew to a halt at what she assumed was the border. Mud squelched beneath her paws, and Cherrywine couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in distaste. She couldn't believe she was actually in this nasty-ass place. "Hey!" the cream tabby called, rolling onto her toes ever so slightly as she peered into the trees. "Th' name's Cherrywine, and this is my kid, Clark." She nodded to the little boy as she spoke, shifting her weight slightly. "This is, like, a clan, right? We're looking for a place to crash."
"speech"
//ayy pls wait for [member=1795]clark f.[/member] to post