Re: Liath's Wanderings [open]
Boneheart was glad she could barely hear the great monsters that trundled down the thunderpaths, or the whistling wind that tore through her fur, chilling her to the bone. Leaf-bare was by far her least favorite time. As she slunk along the twolegplace (a terrible place, but scavenging is easier than hunting when you're deaf), she caught sight of a tom. Lovely /s. She continued forward, towards the stranger, making no attempt at stealth. It wasn't unpleasant, encountering other cats around here, but it rarely turned out to be beneficial, either. She slipped into the alley, clumsy due to her large numb paws. Oh, how old age has changed her. What happened to the great huntress she once was? Scavenging at the twolegplace, tripping over her own paws. It was, quite frankly, ridiculous.
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