Tick tock thump thump seconds carried out in heartbeat to track the time, track ones life by beats and blood. Blood that gave blood where the mice the prey dripped out to give to June. Give take and right now she took and what she took was hers.
Hers. So why was she approached now by someone with no other reason to be here but take what wasnt theirs? It wouldnt do just wouldnt and Junes eyes narrowed at the gall to have aggression here.
Who was this that was the question to answer hanging in the long silence June was letting stretch and she spent time considering it uncaring of the tension this thickened in the air. Blind was the first decision. She masked it well certainly but she'd tripped over a too obvious root just before their encounter and her ears, nose everything but eyes moved in a frantic fit try gague the world around she could not see. The most definitive though, was that her stare fixed not on her but two cat lengths above her shoulder. Blind yes but to what end? An out of place question it was not as this could be used. A savvy cat might aim to twist sympathy to gain her prey, a frightened one would be wary of the threat June posed to a blind clan. This may yet be both.
Suspicion not aggression, that was the choice here and her prey then came to rest between young defensive paws.
"Who am I is an odd question given that you were the one to come upon me. And if I gave you my name would that even matter to you? I am a nobody among nobodies, so my name would be useless to you as yours would be to me. A better question is what do you want as I shall ask you. I am nobody and what do you want?"
Thin muscles tensed but claws did not extend the molly already having made the choice to how this encounter might end if not gone 'right' fleeing was the choice. Sure she with her basic fighting skills could probably beat a blind cat but what would be the point? No the silver molly would chose to leave that barren place rather then fight or gift prey that was
hers.
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Naiad