11-08-2018, 11:25 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]A shadow had been cast over his heart, corrupting his mind and knocking his entire world off balance. Who was he? A definitive answer would be near impossible to conjure at this moment in time. He had come to accept the fact that his mother was dead. Being a bit older than he was when he first arrived, he now possessed the ability to cope with the feelings that smothered him. Having only been here no more than a few days did the child suddenly vanish, left without a trace. He needed to calm the storms in his mind, and doing so in the public eye displeased him. Still classified as a kitten, Rodion was now four months old, old enough to learn how to strike out on his own, but young enough that he still had a lot to learn. He was better now, but the experience of loosing his mother would never leave him.
White paws carried the child out of the shadows, his blue eyes hastily looking to and fro. He did not know anyone here, and having gone missing in action for so long did not help. Biting down on his bottom lip, the smoke tabby took a seat, tail curling around his paws. "H-hello? I'm back. It's me, Rodi, if anyone remembers," he meowed, his words rather hushed.
White paws carried the child out of the shadows, his blue eyes hastily looking to and fro. He did not know anyone here, and having gone missing in action for so long did not help. Biting down on his bottom lip, the smoke tabby took a seat, tail curling around his paws. "H-hello? I'm back. It's me, Rodi, if anyone remembers," he meowed, his words rather hushed.