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Old February 20th, 2018, 11:33 PM
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Originally Posted by king kaleb! View Post
it was silent. too silent. they looked behind them towards marshfur, eyes glazing and taking in her features. something had changed mentally. her mind was swirling and daydream didnt know what with, and thats what scared them. it was the same look in the clearing. they had studied emotions of cats, and how to heal them not just physically, but mentally. "Stop thinking." they said simply. they didnt know what she was thinking about, but they could grasp. they caught into little things. the way her eye brows furrowed, her tail lashed. it showed she was showing emotion. but now,,there was nothing.just like in the clearing. was she telling herself to push them away? what they said and to not think anymore? well, daydream was stubborn, and so was whatever marshfur was dealing with. they held their stance and gaze for lingering moments before turning back around and kept walking, closer to her this time.
of course, marshfur could hear them, they were right there, after all, but it was fuzzy and went by in a blur. she hadn't really heard them, she nodded but gave nothing else. in fact, she almost winced at her own movement, as if the beast didn't want her to even interact with others via movement. she was practically frozen other than her legs moving almost robotically one in front of the other, programmed into her mind to remain steady. she kept her head forward, her eyes glazed over, blank. despite the calm aura around the pair of them, there was something about this dull glare in marshfur's eyes that told anyone who looked too closely she was screaming. at least, trying to. but there was a lingering shadow on her shoulder that dug in its claws and teeth and feasted on her fear, her anger, all the things she kept behind the wrought iron gates she built around herself, all the things she bottled up and sealed. it thrived upon it, and marshfur provided an unending supply of it. as daydream walked closer to her, she stumbled on her paws and slowed down some, lagging behind the medicine cat once again.
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