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A loud high pitched noise rung in her ears. Bright light filtered through the treetops, her eyes squeezed shut against the light, trying to keep it from reaching her eyes. It was sharp and painful, her facial expression twisting into a grimace. The calico cat rolled slightly, struggling to her paws with a couple of rough breaths. She staggered a few steps before finally regaining her balance. Her eyes looked around and took in her surroundings. Where was she? Her head was pounding, it felt as if there were a sharp claw inside. “Where..?” Her voice trailed off into the silence that had deafened her ears. Blood trailed down the side of her head, clearly, she was injured. The feline began to piece it together, slowly. Her expression changed slightly, but the confused furrow of her brow did not fade. Where was she?
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 8, 2019 12:46:38 GMT -5
Hmm, well, this was awkward. She hadn't exactly intended to concuss the poor she-cat, but oh well. Maybe Miracle could fix her. "I suppose now's the time I say we should go to the Shaman?" The Proxy sighed heavily, mismatched eyes rolling to the sky. She always got the annoying situations, didn't she? Well, she was stuck with this cat now, and her cousin would have her head if she just left the outsider here to wander around and get herself killed...
The blurry vision she had slowly focused on the cat who was speaking. Who was she? Her eyes remained narrows to any light, clear that it pained her. “Who are you?” That was the best she could manage right now. She didn’t seem to protest though. No, she followed the cat without further question, for some odd reason trusting her entirely. Afterall, who else could she trust when she could remember nothing?
