09-07-2020, 03:10 AM
THE MAELSTROM
Here you are and you’re all you wished to be
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; one month ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; one month ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
A bird behind steel bars, caged even as frantic wing beats sought freedom. Coaxed into familiar hollow, reinforced in first days the burrow within which temporary mother tended him as though he were more than a lost child, exhaustion heavy about her. Brief his compliance, her warmth comforting if tepid in its offering, the slow close of weighed lids bidding he escape her hold.
Back and forth. Worn a groove into the covering of sand, more sure each placement if only here were more solid ground was present, looming threat a disjointed, broken hum grating along unravelling thought, too simple to parse the true danger behind rodent invasion. Sudden the call, voice caught and expelled in rough cough, ignored the commotion as sleep was disturbed set only upon getting out.
Others, few their number yet enough jostled was the kitten as he crept among shuffling paws, presence unheeded for commanding the rust hued feline perched before the masses. As close as he could did Foamkit stumble, strained ears that could not understand, words a mere jumble of sounds, some anchored though not enough. Small the paws that arose, braced his meagre weight against haunches as he waved, voicing a few short cries. He would not be allowed, the youngest among them and liability if allowed anywhere near the field of battle, yet still did he attempt to catch the attention of the leader, the distress present in cloying atmosphere enough to guide him in this futile pursuit.
Back and forth. Worn a groove into the covering of sand, more sure each placement if only here were more solid ground was present, looming threat a disjointed, broken hum grating along unravelling thought, too simple to parse the true danger behind rodent invasion. Sudden the call, voice caught and expelled in rough cough, ignored the commotion as sleep was disturbed set only upon getting out.
Others, few their number yet enough jostled was the kitten as he crept among shuffling paws, presence unheeded for commanding the rust hued feline perched before the masses. As close as he could did Foamkit stumble, strained ears that could not understand, words a mere jumble of sounds, some anchored though not enough. Small the paws that arose, braced his meagre weight against haunches as he waved, voicing a few short cries. He would not be allowed, the youngest among them and liability if allowed anywhere near the field of battle, yet still did he attempt to catch the attention of the leader, the distress present in cloying atmosphere enough to guide him in this futile pursuit.
code by Reggan