Post by The one, the only FEATHER! on Oct 22, 2019 11:28:43 GMT -6
Kida
It had been a time, of knowing faces, from knowing tunnels that now was could home. A small body races with ease through tunnel vents that were naturally made and some made by herself. how did become the norm for this creature? well...
Stolen like the rest, owned by endzone.. claimed.. their lives meant nothing and whoever voiced that was silenced.. Her luck would make many unlucky.. though she brought many a hope and many to fight... by being small is always looked down upon, but it was in her favor that she would find a way out of being cramped by sad souls. That would be replaced by blank cold tunnels... yes a young kit who knew nothing made a life for herself living within the walls with out being detected. Those that saw her went mad with her taunts. She was a character.. and some began to think she was a ghost because of her lean body small stature light white and creamy build and sky blue eyes that shone with that sparkle that could ignite the most blunt flames... And that is where the story really takes it's form and purpose this small creature of luck was about to give hope to a unsuspecting creature, just like the spring of crickets she flooded the slave chambers with to feed the weak...
Her little paws making small quick steps tail held low and she speedy like walked a well worn path. passing threw those who were blind to the eye, giving haunting giggles as she passed... " you hear that?".. " yea what is that it doesn't sound natural"... Continuing on her route heading towards her nest with a small lizard hanging from her jaw the little thing walked along in cheery steps this was a good breakfast indeed. But it was a long way to her nest. Everyday she would scour her little tunnels for spiders, crickets and the rarity lizard.. there was tunnels that led outside to which she would venture but even then she would hunt small things.. mice, dead things that were killed by something else.. they were a true delight. but don't come around often.. Her sneaking abilities are something to be reckoned with she avoids the slave patrols... and even offers up her caught mouse to a slave so to avoid punishment...
It is a hard life, but she saw the good in it too.. though there was a dark blue cat that seems to see her, one time she found a mouse and was walking to the entrance to her tunnel, when the tom spotted her, no cat was meant to be there and when he blinked she disappeared. though it seemed he was certain of himself he saw something. So she had to be careful..turning left in her tunnel and it began to rise up on an angle, as light began to peer in the tunnel, slowing down her speed the little thing looked down at a designed room, looking around it's contents she knew the smells she used them herself self taught herbs... she lived off them too if food was hard to come by. A little pool of water sat directly below her.. the little thing blinked before leaping across the distance landing on the other side and into another tunnel, giving a little giggle she padded up to the tunnels dug out corner that in fact she made herself.. this was where her home was.. her nest feathers twigs to keep her warm in these cold tunnels little animals skulls littered around her nest sort of a collection... things she kind of play or cuddle in her nest so she wasn't so alone. There are memories in her distant mind, kind of blurry figures that saddened her heart.. she knew to not dwell on the past it was no longer hers to own.. so Getting inside her nest the small thing began giggling enjoying her rare item every morsel she bit..
SpoodleDoodles lets do this XD
