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ChromeSilver_Hwaa
Certainly not the strangest place to have fallen asleep... Not the strangest
this cat had fallen asleep, at least. They take a step in some direction, then pause as they realize that they had
remembered something. Interesting! What did that mean, though? The golden-and-black cat struggles to surmise any cause behind the memory loss, and shrugs it off instead of thinking too much about it. Instead, she begins to walk...
Out. Indeed,
out.
As the sun cuts through shade and filters away the dank scents of the cave, the cat squints. The last time they'd seen sunlight must have been a very long time ago. A low, constant noise rattles through her head upon approach of the cave mouth though, and for a moment the cat debates retreating back into the dark. The quiet, the comfort. But she pushes through the hesitance and steps out into soft soil and grass, hot sun and fresh breeze. Lifting her head now, she stares at the forest as if it were brand new to her. Dark green eyes move from tree to tree, as if the cat were trying to pick out their favorite, before the source of the noise draws her attention. Moving water. The cave had plenty of moisture- Droplets and trickles and slime on the floor, but nothing like
this.
Long tail curling curiously, the golden cat moves toward it, entranced, hardly noticing another cat hunched nearby. She moves right to the river's edge and stares down into the torrent, not a trace of fear in her body. The sluggishness in her muscles was beginning to fade as well, but what muscle? Whether from a sedentary lifestyle or disuse, the cat was not very lean, nor very burly. A short run would probably wind her. But her face held a rigidity that only those weathered by life in the wild would sport. A stern glare once well-practiced, now apparently a face at rest and unintentional.
Flicking her tail, the cat lowers herself to sip from the river. Cool water to fill the stomach and refresh the jellied mind. Once finished, the cat stands tall again and turns, only to finally spot Strawberry.
She stares, frozen mid-step. Slowly, the fur of her tail begins to plush out.