shattered glass | lost traveler

[madeline]

She set down her large knapsack with a heavy sigh. Madeline couldn't keep track of how many times she had already checked over her supplies, but it was important to stay aware of how much supplies one had. It would have been incredibly foolish and dangerous if she was caught half way up a mountain and ran out of water or food The almost pink tinted cat tilted her head, stuffing her head down into her bag.

Water bottle... Check.

Compass... Check.

Rope... Check.

Extra rope... Check.

Map..? ... Well. She honestly lost that one ages ago.

You're so clumsy, she thought to herself, How could you loose something as important as a map?? Madeline sighed. The voice sounded familiar, almost like an old friend. Slipping her bag back over her shoulders and onto her back, she stared up at the mountain ahead. She wasn't sure where she was or where she was going, but she found a strange fondness for the general direction of Up.

Here we go... she whispered to herself, feeling her fur fluff up. Was it from excitement or anxiety? She couldn't tell anymore. Madeline smiled, eyes bright as she took her first steps up the mountain's bank. She wondered mindlessly if she'd find anyone here. There were some weird structures on the journey to wherever she was, but they all looked old and abandoned. Her little feet brought her into the thick snow, huffing and puffing and she struggled to keep her footing and stay above the fluffy white ocean. Snow wouldn't stop her. She was getting to the top, just like every peak before.