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She moved with a heavy limp, and unsteady wobble. But the worst of her pain laid in her mind, where she tore the walls and broke the glass with her screams. Even the chunks of barley hanging on skin of her ears did not torment her as much as her own thoughts. Huffing she leaned heavily against the side of the brick building she found herself beside, hanging her head and panting. Looking at the blood clinging to her claws alongside the dirt that coated the white fur. She had buried the little bodies, had been ambushed as she filled in the last of the hole. Been torn to shreds between their sharp teeth and claws. Had listened to their yowls of outrage and in the moment she had only laughed. To broken to mock their hypocrisy. Not that she could have when she had been fighting for her own survival.
Escaping them had been a blur, but she had collapsed at a riverbank when she could walk no longer. She remembered death vividly, remembered his mumbled words and paws. But when she had awoken it was to life, to new breaths, and the sound of birdsong. There had been paste on the worst of her scratches and prey beside her head. Fate seemed to have been smiling on her but her ears where still useless shreds and her body still fighting the bruises and cuts that plagued it.
Knowing she had to keep moving she had dragged and forced herself into the city, hoping the twoleg presence would help keep any potential hunters away. But now, the brick wall the only thing supporting her and the stench of the alley beside her she wondered where she could possibly go with her life from here. A sharp sound of a trash lid snapping shut had her jerking away from the wall, stumbling to the side until she righted herself. A sharp hiss escaped her as she reflexively tried to twitch her ears forward. Listening for any noise from the alley again, wondering if it had just been a bird landing or something as she peeked around the corner and saw nothing.
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POSTEDJul 5, 2019 22:28:29 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She wasn't alone. That became clear when the trash can began to violently shake. The metal tin swaying back and forth slightly as whoever occupied it rammed against the sides. "Hey! Anyone out there! Come on man!" Sigmund was yowling out. His small, frail body weak from lack of food was barely moving it when he tossed his body against the side of the trash can. His green eye twitched as he gave up and began to circle around the enclosed area. "C-Come on man! I'll do anything man!" He stopped circling long enough to take one of his back legs to dig at a balding spot behind his ear. His whole face now twitching as he did so. "I'm gonna die in here. All I wanted was the two-leg grub man. Just the two-leg grub!"
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POSTEDJul 5, 2019 23:26:02 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Mouth twisting in distaste she hesitantly moved towards the trash, wondering why she was doing so when just days ago she murdered kits in cold blood. Perhaps it was the voice she felt like she distantly recognized, perhaps it was a guilty concise, or perhaps she just wanted him to shut up as her head hurt enough as it was. Mind decided she moved forward on quicker steps and bracing herself, reached up and put both front paws towards the top of the trash can and pushed, toppling it to it's side and sending the lid popping off and rolling away. Taking three large steps away as she waited to see what sort of mongrel would crawl free of it's confines. Surely something hideous for all the racket it was making, perhaps it would be smarted for her to turn and rush off.
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POSTEDJul 5, 2019 23:53:29 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Suddenly the trash can was toppling over and Sigmund's paws flailed as he rolled out of the confined space landing at the she-cat's paws with all four legs in the air. He stared into her eyes for a bit, taking in her mutilated features, before realizing he was staring too long and rolled over to push himself to his paws. "Hey man thanks for the help." He put himself into a sitting position and lifted his back leg to dig at the balding spot behind his ear once again. It was almost as if he didn't notice the she-cat could barely stand as blood oozed from her wounds. "oooohhh yeah... that's the spot.... yep." He stopped scratching long enough to let out a satisfied sigh. Then the content expression melted away as he squinted his eyes and lifted his front paw to point at the white cat. "Waaaitttt a second.... I feel like I know ya from somewhere.... can't quite put my noggin on it though...." he took his other back leg and was now scratching in a whole knew area on his scruff. His eyes still slanted and now slightly twitching as he thought hard.
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POSTEDJul 5, 2019 23:58:30 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The features were familiar, though marred as they were by the new bald spots and irritated skin from his insistent scratching. Slowly she pieced together where she knew his voice from, where she had seen him before. A common figure within the tyrants camp that had come and gone with an ease none within the group had ever managed. Not a part of them but still a trusted source all the same, or he had been until she heard some of the higher up members of the group talk about how they would be getting rid of him. She had never expected to run across him, but then again those she had fled from probably thought her dead. So there wasn't much to be said about what one could truly know. "Hook... Sigmund?" She asked slowly as she peered at him, realizing he was not the same cat she had watched trapeze through the tyrants mind games and traps with that of an old circus performer.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 0:20:38 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Sigmund? Who that?" He paused in his scratching long enough to lift up his rear end and arch his back in the attempt of a stretch. His claws scrapping against the asphalt of the city while he exposed the balding spot on the base of his tail. His eyes then grew wide and his stretch abruptly ended as he jumped back into the trash can, only his muzzle showing through the opening of the metal tin. "Wait a second! You're not with tha spooks are ya?! Look man I did nothin' wrong! I swear nothin' at all! My life should be spooks free!" The trash can vibrated slightly as Sigmund began to twitch his whole body. His eye first followed by his back leg and then his neck, almost as if he was doing a half-spasm.
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POSTEDJul 6, 2019 7:01:47 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Mouth curling in distaste, all ability to be the stone slab she was known for lost in her exhaustion and the daunting days she had hopefully left behind her. She hoped to gather up her resolve and ability to build up her forts once again but for now she was to emotionally and physically drained. So the tom got the pleasure of seeing her thoughts and emotions unfiltered clearly displayed within her movements and looks. "I don't know what spooks you're referring to but I am not them. I was wandering by and heard your pathetic cries but I can see now you're broken. And I don't need anymore broken things." She scoffed. Turning away and starting to limp away, expression severe as she considered where to rest and heal until she could start moving once again. The further from her old home the better.
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POSTEDJul 14, 2019 16:16:20 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
He poked his head out further as the mutilated she-cat turned tail and limped away. The fear ebbing away from his features as she slowly stepped out of the trash can and took a quick look away before darting after Mother. His body slightly crouched as if attempting to sneak behind her, or keep himself hidden from the view of others by staying flat to the ground. He wasn't used to being outside the alley ways that provided him safety and comfort, but something in his lime green eyes had switched, almost as if he had a newfound determination. His paw steps silent, but obvious to the one he was following.
