I'M A MONEY HOARDER;; open - cake

[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

Despite her rage, despite her want to force these brutes to leave she was just one cat. She was just an individual that was fighting against a force that ehe knew nothing of nor could she defeat on her own. Even with their own hostilities their own revolts against their captives it seemed to do nothing and as days dragged on the friends that they were supposed to have never came. Never once showed their faces. How long had it been since they had been attacked and forced to subjugation? And the meeting it still rung in her head. A part of her felt like it was her fault that Atticus had even taken. During the meeting she had not wished to show that it had effected her but by now behind closed doors, trying to keep her head clear she thought about it. She thought about their secret meeting, the mere fact that she had let him take that risk. If they both had said no, to not let him do it then he would be with them still. What had they done with him?

Her mind swirled with ideas and one was just as horrible as the last. Pressing paws against her face she pressed hard, forcing pressure to make herself not cry. Pain was distracting. A warrior did not cry nor show distress. It broke morale. They were strong. But she felt her own will draining and more and more things piled up. A false leader was put in place despite everything and she felt something stirring in her, wild, chaotic. The same feeling like during the first battle. Like a raging leviathan waiting to be released, the feeling of power alluring and yet she was afraid of it. Maybe that was why it never happened again because if that fear. Suddenly she pushed herself to her paws and jerked herself from her home, ignoring the faces of strangers that occupied her new home. This was not what she had expected when she left her tribe.

Things were much harder...no, she couldn't think like that. Bleak eyes shifted from one place to another before they saw wisps of smoke lifting into the air. The smell of something drifting and it made her walk that way. It took her a moment to realize where she was and her ears pulled back then. Moth if she remembered her name correctly. The king cheetah peeked in and she tried not to be intriguing but she just wanted to...check in. "Um...hello. She is just checking in on her. Is everything okay with this one? .....I'm sorry." She was less interested in the cake, not knowing what it was as she had never had one before. She was more concerned about the woman before her. Hoping she was at least a little okay but then again she did not know her mannerisms. But she did not want her to be suffering, at least not alone.