[wren]

Originally Posted by Romulus

Dog hadnt felt so alone amongst so many cats in... moons. It felt like Shadowclan again; everycat too scared to let their guards down, or battered to the point they simply couldn't for survival. But she wasn't alone, she ahd companions with her constantly; her little unborn pups. Yes, pups! She was named Dog, they were going to be named Pups. Her usual name was like a badge of owner-- or a warning sign, depending.

Her claimed territory was a small shed, a nest inside made of old netting that had the faint smell of fish upon it. Apart of her lied and said it was Bumbles smell, his new scent, but at the end of the day she was alone.

Dog found herself perched outside the small discarded shed, watching the world go by as the cats wondered and mingled. Maybe... she should mingle too? Her green gaze picked up on the ghostly appearance of the silver tabby and her heart skipped a beat. But it did that with all mollies.

Sugarsnow
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Perhaps she was running away from all this, running away from the crushing realities of being on her own again. She didn’t have anybody to care for, nobody to lookout for. If she wasn’t doing that? What was she? Useless. That’s what she was. The silvery tabby gently set the pink collar between her paws, it’s worn texture ladder with her teeth marks. She grimaced and set a paw over it. She needed be reminded of the shelter. It was painful enough.

On a whim her eyes left the collar and began to methodically move through the landscape. Cat after cat. Some happy, some worn, some seeking some sense of escape and security, some- one staring right back at her.

Sugar blinked a few times feeling the gentle numbness of exhaustion prevent her from a timely reaction. The she cat was heavy with kittens, she looked seconds away from bursting into tears. The silver she cats tail curled in alarm, and for the first time the passing thoughts of her sweet brother subsided into her motherly instincts. She stood feeling the familiar ache of her arthritis shoot up both legs.

The collar slipped from her spot onto the ground and lay like a fresh tulip amongst the mud. Bright and wonderful. For now though, it didn’t seem to matter. She bent with much effort grasping it with her teeth and gently nosing it under the folds of her blanket before turning and waddling her way to the queen. “Dear, you look absolutely starved” she wouldn’t bother with introductions, this molly needed something to eat!