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Post by Katanaheart on Jul 9, 2020 13:02:30 GMT -5
This is probably just written weirdly and I can’t entirely convey the emotions very well... Not to mention my memory sucks and it didn’t feel right to add in actual dialogue that I can’t even remember scraps of. This just sticks out as I remember fairly well of the actual action itself.
It had been night, maybe? Yes, it had to have been night. Her fur had been groomed, surely? It always had been when the day had finally winded to a close. So it had to have been night. The tabby didn’t remember if there had been some on-going conversation or not. Just the sudden movement as she had reached desperately for the one who had loved her beyond measure. One would think, success would have helped. It would have been greatly appreciated but it really doesn’t matter when one is not strong enough… Her claws had grabbed at the older cat’s form, briefly, oh, for a moment… Yet it had done nothing, absolutely nothing. The older she-cat’s head met the ground and the tabby could only watch as she heard the loud sound as skull had graced it. Her attempt had met absolutely nothing as she stared at her dazed grandmother, feeling utterly useless and terrified. A graying tom approached, having been slower to help his mate but had the strength to at least pick up the older she-cat. She didn’t remember any exact words that had been said. Perhaps some scolding to not attempt such a thing? She was too weak to help, she wasn’t strong enough to even stop a fall.
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Memory
Jul 24, 2020 14:37:18 GMT -5
Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 24, 2020 14:37:18 GMT -5
Ooof. o.o
Very poem like.
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