a wave will always return to it's precious shore [wildshore short story]

[marshy]

➵ wildshore ❀⋆˚₊⁻∘･
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wildshore's head turned as the door to her abode opened.. noisily. dear god did she hate that thing, it seriously cramped her style. it was jet black and frankly, hideous. buut unfortunately it wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. ever since she was so rudely taken from her home by these meddling two-legs, she had been through it. first, she was trapped in these weird, and small den. there were bars that she could see through, but they weren't big enough for her to escape. worst of all, the even bigger den that her cage was brought into was rather dreary. it was filled with other cats, as well as dogs, all wailing almost constantly. it was this experience that finally gave her some insight into what her victims back in the forest had to deal with when it came to her. would that ever make her stop however? i think we all know the answer.

after a while of sitting, she was finally taken out of that prison, only to be put into another. though this one was a big step up from the last. this elder two-leg seemed to have taken a liking to her, and taken wildshore to her den. once she got there, she tried her best to make herself right at home. [wasn't like she'd be able to go anywhere else anyway.] it was a lot more comfortable than the clans ever were, there was soft bedding absolutely everywhere. like, an unreasonable amount in wildshores view. while she still preferred the clan areas, whether it be the hot rocks or grass in the sun, this was still nice enough. there were these clear openings that allowed the sun to pass through that she liked to sit at. she couldn't actually go through them at all, but that was okay as long as the sun was there. the other 'plus' was that there was constant food that she wasn't forced to hunt for herself. she'd be hard pressed to really call that a plus however, the food was absolutely disgusting compared to fresh-kill. it was slimy and smelt weird. no matter her protests however, the elder two-leg didn't seem to care too much. ugh.

even more annoying, the elder two-leg forced an accessory on her! it was this red band with a noisy ball shaped cage that went around her neck. every time she moved the ball would sing like a bird, though much less nice of a sound. it annoyed the hell out of her but she could never manage to get it off. it was nowhere near the level that her shells, flowers, sticks, rocks and hydromoss had. this elder two-legs brain had clearly rotted to the point where she would think something like this would be acceptable. [and wildshore though shadowclan was brainless, dear starclan.]

she endured a couple moons of this elder two-leg, and while she was comfortable, she missed the clan life. it was a harder life, but it was what she grew up on and somewhat romanticized. she could never find a good point to escape however.. until today.

earlier that day, the elder two-leg had mysteriously fallen on the floor. she hadn't moved since then, and wildshore wasn't quite sure what to do with her. she was hungry, and the elder two-legs only use for her was feeding, so she was pretty annoyed about that. it was whatevs though, it gave her more time to sleep without being bothered. then, the door opened and another two-leg came in. first they seemed calm, and then came the screaming. there was a lot of yelling after that, and different two legs coming in and out, and even monsters were present outside too. in all this commotion, the door seemed to have been left open. Perfect, was the only thought that went through the she-cats mind. seemlessly, the molly slipped out of the door and into the fresh air of the outdoors. the next order of business was to slip out of this stupid accessory, although that was easy enough with the help of a sharp stick. finally, after many moons of endurance, she was free! the only thing left? return home. and that she did, or at least tried. she was never known for her sense of direction, and would need to take some time figuring out how to return back to her bel[othed]oved clans.