11-01-2018, 07:49 PM
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The mountains had been his home for as long as he could remember. And to be honest, Mot had liked his solitary life among the forest. The was only one problem: the feline really struggled with caring for himself.
Sure, he could hunt. But his attempts were often unsuccessful and only made when he absolutely needed to eat... which was what accounted for his skeleton-like appearance. When he’d lived with his father and siblings, his sister was there to treat his wounds. A good thing, too, because he’d almost always come home at the end of the day with at least one minor scratch. Now by himself with no knowledge of healing practices and aware of his injuries less than half of the time, it wouldn’t be long before he eventually bled out. The thought made him smile to himself. What a way to go - slowly dying of blood loss before realizing you’d been bleeding to begin with.
So, Mot was on the hunt for some company... at least company that was sentient and could help feed him. The cornish rex already had all the real friends he needed - one of them hanging from the open satchel at his side. The teddy bear was clearly old - it was missing both of it eyes, had one ear torn, and looked to never have been washed. While Mot had a similarly disheveled appearance, his stuffed animal was this way on purpose. He’d had Sam since he was young but didn’t take very good care of him simply because the bear had a very unlikable personality.
In fact, as he walked, Mot lectured his friend. “Yes, Sam, that big wall is where we’re ‘eaded. Be patient fo’ once in your life.” Frankly, the bear had never been alive, but Mot knew this. “Remember, we’re ‘ere t’ play nice and ask if they’d be willing to share their stuff. You’re lucky I don’t eat you, I’m so ‘ungry.”
Finally, the skinny feline stopped, sure to keep some distance between himself and the barricade. The gate was open, which was exactly why he didn’t go any farther. What if these were savages who led innocent wanderers within their walls only to trap and devour them? If not for his strong sense of self-preservation, Mot might’ve been excited to see that. But even if they were friendly, the sight of what looked to be an oversized, skinny, filthy rat approaching their town wasn’t reassuring.
Turning his head, Mot pulled his teddy bear from his bag. “Go see if anyone’s ‘ome. Better you than me, I say.” Then without hesitation, he tossed the stuffed animal toward the open gate. Mot was well-aware this would get him no closer to entering, but at least he may catch someone’s attention. That way, he could judge to see whether whoever that happened be was hostile or not. Plus, it was fun to throw Sam around.
Sure, he could hunt. But his attempts were often unsuccessful and only made when he absolutely needed to eat... which was what accounted for his skeleton-like appearance. When he’d lived with his father and siblings, his sister was there to treat his wounds. A good thing, too, because he’d almost always come home at the end of the day with at least one minor scratch. Now by himself with no knowledge of healing practices and aware of his injuries less than half of the time, it wouldn’t be long before he eventually bled out. The thought made him smile to himself. What a way to go - slowly dying of blood loss before realizing you’d been bleeding to begin with.
So, Mot was on the hunt for some company... at least company that was sentient and could help feed him. The cornish rex already had all the real friends he needed - one of them hanging from the open satchel at his side. The teddy bear was clearly old - it was missing both of it eyes, had one ear torn, and looked to never have been washed. While Mot had a similarly disheveled appearance, his stuffed animal was this way on purpose. He’d had Sam since he was young but didn’t take very good care of him simply because the bear had a very unlikable personality.
In fact, as he walked, Mot lectured his friend. “Yes, Sam, that big wall is where we’re ‘eaded. Be patient fo’ once in your life.” Frankly, the bear had never been alive, but Mot knew this. “Remember, we’re ‘ere t’ play nice and ask if they’d be willing to share their stuff. You’re lucky I don’t eat you, I’m so ‘ungry.”
Finally, the skinny feline stopped, sure to keep some distance between himself and the barricade. The gate was open, which was exactly why he didn’t go any farther. What if these were savages who led innocent wanderers within their walls only to trap and devour them? If not for his strong sense of self-preservation, Mot might’ve been excited to see that. But even if they were friendly, the sight of what looked to be an oversized, skinny, filthy rat approaching their town wasn’t reassuring.
Turning his head, Mot pulled his teddy bear from his bag. “Go see if anyone’s ‘ome. Better you than me, I say.” Then without hesitation, he tossed the stuffed animal toward the open gate. Mot was well-aware this would get him no closer to entering, but at least he may catch someone’s attention. That way, he could judge to see whether whoever that happened be was hostile or not. Plus, it was fun to throw Sam around.
SO DARK, SO DEEP —-- male / cornish rex cat / ten months / sunhaven member
THE SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP
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