The malnourished cat was obviously badly hurt. She limped, and winced at every step. And yet, her movements were mostly proud and fluid. Reef, Coral and Fisher had probably joined their littermate Cygnet in GhostLand, or whatever the place dead cats went was called.
She hopped onto a fence, trying to take a shortcut to a dumpster on the other side of this Twofeet den. The she-cat clearly felt pain, as she wobbled, hunched over, and fell headlong into the garden of the house.
Cypress woke with a bunch of hazy cats (or was it one cat?) staring down at her. She felt too tired, and in pain, to even snarl at them. She accidentally whimpered as her broken ribs jabbed at her hide. Everything was lit up in pain, and her stomach was growling like a bear.
"I...I'm sorry... I'll...just...get...up...and go," she stuttered, every word clearly hurting, but, she couldn't lift even one muscle. There was no point struggling. Cypress let her head fall back and she went back into a world of unconciousness.