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Originally Posted by Broken Madness
K! :3)
Death was sitting on the fence of her twoleg home however.. the home was empty not a sound it just was empty why? Well her twolegs left her behind so long ago but still stubborn as she is. She waits... she waits for something or someone to come to her but nothing, not a sound or a call. She flicked her tail a bit as she sighs “.... where did I go wrong?” She asks herself sadly as she looks up the sky and... soon she looks away feeling that pain again in her heart when she thought of weasel .... she jumps down and begins to walk again. Alone. |
weaselshade sighed, her ears slowly lowering as she trotted along the streets. memories, good and bad, flooded her mind. "where did it all go?" everything had changed, even if it was the tiniest of differences. she had grown, matured. and her old friends had, too. the molly huffed to herself, shaking her head, agitated. stop thinking of that stupid depressive stuff. just find a cat to lure in and go. as she looked around, trying to spot an unsuspecting molly, the thought of death reached her mind. weaselshade's expression lowered hatefully, her tail lashing. she's gone. you're gone. stop thinking of her every single time you try to find a new victim!
(victim meaning she wants to break their heart)