Companions for the End of Days *Kayla*

[ShinoDino first of her name!]

Let me out, I'm trapped in a blur
Started out the way I wanted but it's weird now
Let me out, I'm lost in the words

Den of Wind (RPed by ShinoDino first of her name! ) and Marcus (RPed by Who am I? (It's totally Kayla) )

"Whoa, what happened to you?"

The last true conversation she’d had with another cat had begun that way. She’d looked truly rough. Skinny. Pelt dull and mussed, covered in old wounds and blood. She’d improved herself a bit since then, even managing to hold down this den for a while.
But her life’s goal, her entire reason for living as long as she could remember, had yet to be fulfilled. Ever since the day Ares had snatched her tiny kits from her teats, her too weak to even struggle, she’d searched for them. Following clues and rumors and the occasional helpful loner, she’d ended up here. She heard snatches about Hades from time to time - he had to be close! - but the moment she pressed any cat for more information they clammed up or just ran away.
Wind worried that he’d taken after his father after all.

She’d heard nothing about Lycidas. Not a word.

But she would keep searching until she heard something, or until she dropped dead. And that didn’t seem as far away as it once had. When she got a drink from the puddle in the mornings, she saw a new white hair on her muzzle.
Finally she’d gotten conclusive proof that Ares was dead - she’d met an orange tabby tom who not only said he’d killed the evil rogue, but gave details only a murderer could have. And his story had been confirmed by others.
She’d never seen the orange tabby again, but she silently thanked him every day for giving her back her freedom. She feared no cat now.

What did worry her though was this whole “loner” business. She’d never enjoyed being alone, yet she’d done it for seasons now in her pursuit to find her kits. But she’d been born into rogue bands and felt most comfortable sharing space with others.
But not these bands. Everywhere she went, the rogue wars were brutal and bloody. What Wind wanted was just a companion to spend her days with. She was far too old to think of having a mate and kits - certainly not when she still sought her first and only litter. But it would be nice to hear the snores of another cat once in a while.

Wind stretched and yawned, her fangs flashing in the sun. Her thin gray fur lay smoothly over her thin body, belying the power beneath. She faced yet another day of hunting and searching. The same thing day after day.

Let me out, I'm lost in the words
Don't know how I ended here
Trapped in a blur

[ShinoDino first of her name!]

KEEP.