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Flawedperspective was in turmoil, lost and confused. She’d been a faithful follower of the Sun God. Had worshiped him faithfully and filling, and then he’d changed. He became a Monster.....or maybe he was always a monster and she had been too blinded by belief in him, and hope that through him, she’d be able to become a better, stronger warrior. So now what? The Sun God was dead. SunClan was in a chaos and unwelcoming. And Flawedperspective and her kits were in DayClan. Life was different...and frightening. Just what was to become of her? Or her kits?
Her paws took of through the territory, learning but not paying attention the lands she now called home. Her heart was conflicted, her mind was questioning, her duty was unknown. Just what now? What did a cat do now that all she’d known, all she’d come to know was...worthless? Flawedperspective nearly walked into a tree, eyes busy watching her paws move about, only noticing due to the sudden noise that broke through her thoughts.
There was the sound of a grunt, then nothing. Then a small is someone out there? could be heard.
Just a few fox lengths away a tom, barely noticeable beneath the scattered leaves that looked purposefully left covering him lied sprawled on the ground. He had numerous injuries all across his body varying on severity. He was completely alone, in fact if he hadn't said anything at all he may have looked dead.
Flawedperspective turned pale at hearing another voice, "who-who's there?" Was there an intruder? If so how many? Wo was it? Could she handle it on her own? More than likely not, but she'd try at least. Slowly, she crept forward, ears perked and eyes wide, searching for someone, or something to be out there. Gods she hoped it wasn't the Sun God......never thought she'd be saying that one day.
"I promise I don't bite, I'm just stuck," the poor cat said in his struggle.
Underneath the leaves she could see his legs were caught up in two-leg garbage, there were condiments, weird pastes, and other gross items sticking to his fur and around his neck was sharp aluminum that seemed deliberately cut to scrape up his neck. Someone seemed to deliberately drag the tom out to hurt and humiliate him. Now that the sick persons fun was over they had left him to rot in the trash pile.
A tin can rolled over towards Flawedperspective as he continued to try to fight his way out. The tin can smelled toxic, like something foul and dangerous had once been inside. The tom struggling in front of her, however was clearly too starved and weak to get out of the mess as he hung his head in defeat after a while.
She panicked, hurried to move to help him and then frozen once more. The kind spirited she-cat had no idea what to do to help. She’d never seen a device like this one while living in SunClan, though she’d hardly left camp when she lived there. Just..just what was this thing? And that smell! It was enough to want to make her vomit. “Where..wha-what do I do?!” Hopefully the tom before her knew what to do to get out of this, for Flawedperspective was at a loss. She stepped, carefully, examining every place she put a paw before placing it, towards the tom until she was standing right next to him.
