Vain hope bloomed in the bruised kits chest, and for a moment she thought that it was all going to be ok. But then he offered to take her to the Twolegplace, and she felt like someone had kicked her in the gut. The blue bruise on her cheek flushed violet, as her ashamed face reddened and she lowered her head.
She already knew she wouldn't be able to let someone care for her. Storm couldn't risk being trapped again. Being hurt again.
"I'm really fast. A-and I think I could be good at hunting. And I don't cry easily." The last part was especially true. She had conditioned herself. Crying was too hollowing. Defeat felt like a boulder in her chest as she realized that he was probably just trying to get rid of her, and she lowered her head again. She couldn't ask for anything, she couldn't argue with him. How was she supposed to make him want her to stay?
So the kit shook her head slowly.
"I don't want to have anyone... with control over me anymore." Forcing despair back, she looked up at the same kind yellow eyes that she had clung to the image of for moons. Realizing how depressing- and convicting her words were, she forced a smile and blinked rapidly.
"But I guess you could show me to the Twolegplace." Her imaginary haven was drifting farther and farther away, and she could feel her path coming closer and closer to that of her parents, who were most certainly looking for her. They didn't love her, sure, but she was a possession of theirs and they were greedy.
As she waited for the kind eyed tom to guide her away from the place she had hoped to take sanctuary from her parents, the kit shakily picked up her ruined mossball, keeping the same, fake smile on her face. She had always been a good actress, but not now. She was too broken.
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