Post by Fireflake on Jan 20, 2019 8:09:46 GMT
Debris shook and crouched to the ground, her breath coming in thin and ragged clouds. Her fur was soaked and everything had stung a while ago but now it had gone numb. A false sense of peace tried to lull her into giving up. A short rest would clear her mind and let her get home, she was sure. Right now her head was as foggy as the snow that a cutting breeze carried in front of her. She wanted to go home. But how did she get here..?
It had been early morning. The sun was just up in the sky, bouncing beams of light off of the glittering white that covered the alleys. Snowflakes danced softly to the ground and Debris danced, considerably less softly, across the ice. She had been up before the sun skating and slipping, but it was only when the sun had risen above the houses that she thought it was a good time to explore.
Explore she did. The raid of a poorly-secured trash can had yielded a greasy pizza box; empty, but perfect for lying on as she whizzed down the icy slope into the place where housecats could be found. She carried it up and slid down until she lost count and paused when the sun was at its highest to share some pellets with one of her friends. They tried to convince her to stay a bit longer, but the season was falling away rapidly now and she had to get her fun in where she could. And so, it was on to exploring the fences and greeting the snowfolk. Some had fabric around their necks. Some had hats. Lots had carrots sticking out of their faces. All but one had twigs sticking out at the sides, and Debris thought they were adorable.
There's only so long a cat can spectate before her paws itch to do something herself. On she went to build her very own snowfolk with two snowballs and a pawful of pebbles she dotted randomly across it. Satisfied with her work, she flopped down in the snow to make shapes. Her very favourite, where a cat pretended to be running then flipped on her side and did it again, was a shape she had dubbed 'the butterfly'. Usually when she stood back it was remarkably similar to its namesake, but this time her tail had flicked accidentally and it ended up as more of a flower. Of course she had to try again, soaking her pelt with snow.
It was all great fun until dusk had crashed down and she found herself with nowhere to go. The streets seemed unfamiliar. The lights glowed harshly on their odd sticks, one of which had caught her tail in weather like this when she was just a kit. Her mother had helped her along with her lovely littermates, if memory served her right. But they weren't here now. Debris stumbled forward as it finally struck her. She was out here, cold, alone, and lost in the middle of the snowy season. She wished that she could just call out and have her littermates run to her but she didn't think that would work. Now it was just her. She caught sight of the glittery bag around her neck through the darkness rapidly closing in on her. Just her and Stink. A wail escaped her and rose up into the empty air.
It had been early morning. The sun was just up in the sky, bouncing beams of light off of the glittering white that covered the alleys. Snowflakes danced softly to the ground and Debris danced, considerably less softly, across the ice. She had been up before the sun skating and slipping, but it was only when the sun had risen above the houses that she thought it was a good time to explore.
Explore she did. The raid of a poorly-secured trash can had yielded a greasy pizza box; empty, but perfect for lying on as she whizzed down the icy slope into the place where housecats could be found. She carried it up and slid down until she lost count and paused when the sun was at its highest to share some pellets with one of her friends. They tried to convince her to stay a bit longer, but the season was falling away rapidly now and she had to get her fun in where she could. And so, it was on to exploring the fences and greeting the snowfolk. Some had fabric around their necks. Some had hats. Lots had carrots sticking out of their faces. All but one had twigs sticking out at the sides, and Debris thought they were adorable.
There's only so long a cat can spectate before her paws itch to do something herself. On she went to build her very own snowfolk with two snowballs and a pawful of pebbles she dotted randomly across it. Satisfied with her work, she flopped down in the snow to make shapes. Her very favourite, where a cat pretended to be running then flipped on her side and did it again, was a shape she had dubbed 'the butterfly'. Usually when she stood back it was remarkably similar to its namesake, but this time her tail had flicked accidentally and it ended up as more of a flower. Of course she had to try again, soaking her pelt with snow.
It was all great fun until dusk had crashed down and she found herself with nowhere to go. The streets seemed unfamiliar. The lights glowed harshly on their odd sticks, one of which had caught her tail in weather like this when she was just a kit. Her mother had helped her along with her lovely littermates, if memory served her right. But they weren't here now. Debris stumbled forward as it finally struck her. She was out here, cold, alone, and lost in the middle of the snowy season. She wished that she could just call out and have her littermates run to her but she didn't think that would work. Now it was just her. She caught sight of the glittery bag around her neck through the darkness rapidly closing in on her. Just her and Stink. A wail escaped her and rose up into the empty air.