Am I {Good E.n.o.u.g.h}?

[Lithium]

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me

.x.
White paws were placed carefully on the ground, not making a sound as each step brought her closer to the small mouse. She could feel it's heart beating through her paws, the rapid vibrations traveling through the ground. She halted as the rodent suddenly seemed to be alerted by something, and held her breath, waiting for it to return to searching among the grass stalks for seeds. She was too far to pounce just yet.

The mouse then scampered away, wildly searching for shelter. Lithium's tail drooped as she exhaled in a sigh. She stood from her crouched position and peered around, searching for whatever had scared off her possible meal. Her unique eyes found nothing unusual. However, they picked up many other details, being rather observant. The grass a few tail lengths away was twitching as something small moved among it. The white feline opened her jaws and breathed in, attempting to catch the scent of whatever it was, but the wind was blowing from behind her. It probably already caught her scent by now, anyway.

With a slow blink, she turned to wards the wind and sat, stomach rumbling but appetite fading. She began to groom herself, enjoying the relaxing activity as the wind brushed against her fur.
.x.

'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?

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[Bristle + War]

Her pretty white fur was quite the opposite of old Grim's. His long, matted gray pelt stuck out at odd angles; after all, he'd been sleeping when this blasted war had started with all the screeching and fighting and blood flying everywhere.

"Damn Clanny-lovin' kittypet pussy-wussy fightin'..."

And that's where he trailed off.

He'd noticed little Lithium. Now, from an old tomcat like himself, you'd expect a mild-mannered gentleman.

"Who the hell're you?"

What were you thinking?

"Why aren't yeh out playin' with all the kitties in that fight over there?"

Grim could still hear the hissing and shrieking and all that crap. And then he wondered; where was Felony? You see, Grim'd gotten a little...well, you could say 'lost.' He'd dozed off, and then when he'd woken up, his best friend was gone.

It was strange referring to anyone as ol' Grim's best friend.

He mumbled to himself.

"Maybe he's out fightin' 'is little son."