[Aquarius]

@Constellation
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The hard stone felt cold against the molly's rough pads. After the Dusk Syndicate had broke apart and her world fell to pieces, Aquarius felt like a piece of her had been shattered and lost in the midst of the destruction. Not only had the Syndicate disbanded, but friends and family were lost, spiraling just out of reach. Now, the sights and scents of the pungent and odd city swirled around the she-cat, monsters screaming and humans howling and shouting as she weaved through their bound paws. Hissing and spitting at anyone who got in her way, the city cat life was proving to be quite miserable for the young yet experienced she-cat. Wanting to rid herself of the stench of the loud Twolegs, Aquarius darted away, through the paws of a Twoleg kit. She heard the kit wail and look after her, an older one pulling her away as she yelled. Shaking her head furiously to herself, the mottled molly dragged herself into a nearby alleyway, where the humans seemed to avoid because of the horrid stench. Being a feline, it wasn't simply a pungent waft to her, but a mingled mix of scents that some were good, and some were not. There was little fresh prey to be found in this large city, for the lights and noises were enough to make a little mouse's heart stop. Often, Aquarius found herself scavenging like a rogue - but wasn't that what she was now? Just thinking about it made her curl her lip.

Thrushes, hares, fish, stoats, and mice were far away from here, far, far out of reach. The closest thing Aquarius was able to catch like her prey at home was the rats, and some were as big as a Trainee. Most of the time she would be able to fish some scraps out of a rot-can, bringing up scraps of processed meat and some kind of white chunks that smelled faintly like a bird. Sometimes she would chew on bones just to curb her appetite, and every so often she found a piece of fish or some scales or something to snack on. It was certainly not a favorable life, and Aquarius felt that most of the time that she was just merely surviving - not living. Everything was different now. Everything.

And when all was said and done, Aquarius was a changed cat. A rogue. Before, she had lived a broken life, miserable about her upbringing and cold toward other cats, living an inferior life as a Hunter. She was often reprimanded and physically scarred as punishment for trying to hide from her duties or escape for a few minutes, and now, her attitude had somehow gotten worse. She was sour to everyone around her, and would often resort to tricking cats to get food or using younger or smaller cats to her advantage. Even though he heart wasn't cruel, she wasn't thinking - a wall was placed between her heart and her mind, and she never thought. She just unleashed. And because of that, everyone saw her as something to be avoided, or something to be rid of. All she had wanted all along was to feel powerful, to feel like she actually had a role in the world and wasn't simply a slave to the Syndicate. But through her achieving that stance as a rogue, she had sacrificed her innocence, her happiness, and more importantly, her will to live. Everyone treated her as what she had made herself to be - a monster. Something to be hunted down and killed or broken, or something to be avoided - there was never, ever an in between.

She felt as if the color had been sucked out of the world, and replaced with melancholy chaos that she could never escape. The city life was the only thing that even minutely suited her. The kittypet life would be disastrous, and every minute of her life would be spent trying to escape or trying to end her life. There was no way she would live as a slave to a Twoleg, only allowed outside every so often and locked up in a vivid, tiny cage her entire life. She could have escaped to one of her Clans, of course, but in her mind, they were no better than the Syndicate. She did long to feel apart of a group again, and prayed that maybe someday she would finally escape her lonely life - but for now, bowing down to a more superior leader was not something she planned to put in her agenda anytime soon. She was a lone cat.
No better than the rats, and not wanting to raise her status anymore then she wanted to be alive. As stated earlier - surviving and living were two very different concepts, and one was far, far away from this bustling city.

Her fur on end from the cold of the air around her, Aquarius curled up against one of the rot-cans, the cold burning her until she was numb and could no longer feel a single patch on her pelt. The numb was her feeling of warmth, something that separates her from the world and let her live in her own mind for away. But honestly, sometimes, the molly alone with her own thoughts was scarier then her out snarling on the street.