07-22-2020, 03:15 PM
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A silver tabby stood near the edge of the medicine den, her ears pinned back as she paced. The hurricane had done awful wonders to the she-cat, and she glanced around for any signs of life, be it in the den or around it. She had been separated when the hurricane started, swept off by the suddenly strong and high current and washing up somewhere else. It took the tabby a long time to find her way back, and with finding that familiar rock and the partially-hidden tunnels, hope flared in her white chest.
She poked her small head in once more, and upon seeing no movement in the den for the umpteenth time, she decided to look around in the other dens. She hoped someone had been spared, that they were safe and okay. Featherear was used to the feeling of sand in the long fur between her paw pads, but now, as she slipped on the loose sand and struggled to get up to a higher point to see, the sand felt like it was trying to drag her down under.
Anxiety fluttered in her chest, paws scrabbling for purchase as she hopped up onto a near-by rock. It was still wet from the storm, and she barely could hold on. She dug her claws into the crevices of the rock and sat down, swishing her long tail as she glanced about. The fluff in her ears, which gave her her name as they resembled feathers, fluttered in the wind, making her reach up and swipe her front paw across her ears.
Featherear hopped someone would see her.
She poked her small head in once more, and upon seeing no movement in the den for the umpteenth time, she decided to look around in the other dens. She hoped someone had been spared, that they were safe and okay. Featherear was used to the feeling of sand in the long fur between her paw pads, but now, as she slipped on the loose sand and struggled to get up to a higher point to see, the sand felt like it was trying to drag her down under.
Anxiety fluttered in her chest, paws scrabbling for purchase as she hopped up onto a near-by rock. It was still wet from the storm, and she barely could hold on. She dug her claws into the crevices of the rock and sat down, swishing her long tail as she glanced about. The fluff in her ears, which gave her her name as they resembled feathers, fluttered in the wind, making her reach up and swipe her front paw across her ears.
Featherear hopped someone would see her.
i hate the beach, but i stand in california
with my toes in the sand
she/her | palmclan/medcat | played by infectedmouth
with my toes in the sand
she/her | palmclan/medcat | played by infectedmouth