cold as ice || open || the stars above

[SHERBET]

A yawn broke the quiet night, a pastel tabby bearily looked at the wall before shoving himself up. He had smoked a little after he woke, and he was sluggish, "so sleepy..." he murmured as he stumbled out into the cold air. His fur already began to chill even more and was already no longer melting. His breath smelled vaguely of sugar and smoke as he huffed breath after breath as he staggered to a beach. He flopped down, laying on his side, sweeping his tail over his stomach as he looked up at the stars and listened to the rolling waves.

"Keeping my paws in place is harder than I thought..." he breathed out to stars, "I know that the molly I left behind understood and did not mind I was a wanderer. She knew I would not stay, and I tried." Sherbet's voice was scratchy and watery, "I wandered to find a home, even leaving my siblings...we all left but I was the one who left first..."

"My paws feel warm," he murmured as he looked at the ocean waves rolling ever so slightly over his paws, he hadn't noticed the waves had gotten further up. He was still learning about the ocean and how everything worked. It was so overwhelming, but this was the one place where he's been able to curb the wandering of his paws. He was sick of wandering, always moving.

He wanted a home.