[odessa]

river in the road
kitty softpaws tier 2 | katty krueger | bilingual tier 1

If he pretended it all was a blur, a trick of the mind, he could hear Drizzlecloud's kind voice again, could see her soft, spotted fur. But he peeled his eyes back open to face the oversaturated mess of the world, where the only spots he saw were the ones dancing before his eyes, taunting him for his empty stomach. He never saw Drizzle in a snowy den shrouded with herbal scents, anyway. The cold sliced a sharp line through fiction and reality.

"Blanket..." I like your funny words, healer cat. Hesitantly, he inched toward the pile of Twoleg pelts. To say he disliked them would be an understatement. Nothing compared to the smell of decayed moss and squirrel tufts. Nothing came close, and 'blankets' certainly were last place.

Fortunately, he kept his mouth shut and sat down on the soft garbage. Complaining didn't seem like good etiquette. Not when someone was offering so kindly -

Perhaps too kindly. Another wince - or were his eyes narrowed in suspicion? Either way, the truth didn't fall off his tongue. "Bein' dumb," he offered, blunt and reductive.

When he tilted his chin up some, he didn't have to open his eyelids as much, so he peered over his nose at the other cat. What was he doing? Something was going to come out of that little cranny and bite his paw. He just knew it. It was waiting to happen.

@Rani
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