Crow
Purrks: Heightened Perception, Agatha Kitty, and Hulk SMASH
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Willie Warf
TW: Slight mention of PTSD
Crow had been wandering the forest on his own for a while now. He didn't know exactly how long- nor did he care. Sweetsong was a cat of his past, not one he could be around anymore, much like the Clans. Whether he liked it or not, this was his present now. The brown and black tabby didn't really see him being with another cat. And if he did, it'd be a miracle... probably. It really depended on how things went.
He had grown used to depending on no one but himself, so really it was just another addition to the list of cats he could no longer be around. Cold and distant as his heart may be, a part inside of him, and he didn't know how deep that part might be, it yearned for a true family. While yes, he still had family in the Clans through his sister and even some possible cousins through his late grandpaw, he yearned for something more.
But that part of him was lost to the abyss of his darkened mind and instead he was wandering the unknown parts of the forest. Then again, the forest was full of unknown territories. Crow had some experience in the forest by himself, but unfortunately not enough to know what spots were dangerous and what spots were safe.
Having a heightened sense of hearing was both a curse and blessing by the stars themselves, and this was one of those times... it was a curse. The mocking yips of a fox rang clear in his ears, its snarls rang even clearer. Through the quivering breath and memories he'd wish would have been forgotten, Crow stood before a hungry fox. A fox that looked no different than the one that had shredded his sister. No different than the one that had given the young tabby the scars he bore on his face.
What did I do? By making one mistake, it had created a domino affect that has led to this very moment. Now, once again, he faced the horrors of his past. Once again, he stood frozen, planted where he stood. Everything in him wanted to run-- to escape the living nightmare that decided to make its return. Would this be the day his ancestors decided to take him?
The tears in his eyes made it damn near impossible for him to see straight. The pounding paws against the grass grew closer, closer, and even closer until he felt its jaws clamp around his leg and toss him into the air. Crow landed on his back, staring straight up at the fox, its saliva dripping down its long snout. With a quick movement that resembled a strong wind, Crow felt the outer edge of his right ear get bitten and torn.
The More I Search, The Less I Tend To Notice [P]
