5/4/2025, 4:03 AM
her limbs felt numb—the byproduct of her laying completely still for the better part of an hour. spotty sunlight warmed her coat in uneven patches while a sparrow overhead bobbed along the branch like it had nowhere better to be—unbothered, unlike her.
pretty thing—mottled with browns and white, spotted black across the face like a raccoon. lucky fucker. if she were better at climbing trees, maybe she'd have had something to do this morning—not to say she didn't have anything to do. she'd meant to do something about her legs—that didn't happen. got distracted by a bird, apparently.
she smelt him approaching before she saw him, but it made no diffence. she didn't move, save for the flick of her tail.
pretty thing—mottled with browns and white, spotted black across the face like a raccoon. lucky fucker. if she were better at climbing trees, maybe she'd have had something to do this morning—not to say she didn't have anything to do. she'd meant to do something about her legs—that didn't happen. got distracted by a bird, apparently.
she smelt him approaching before she saw him, but it made no diffence. she didn't move, save for the flick of her tail.