Post by whitewhisker on Jan 17, 2009 12:32:35 GMT -5
The black tom slouched down to the stream, not noticing the places where he put his paws and stumbling several times because of it.
He crouched to lap briefly at the water before standing and walking away - the same disinterested gait, and distant mind, but in quite the wrong direction than that of which he came.
The evening sunlight threw the condition of his pelt into sharp relief. Great chunks had fallen out through malnourishment, and there were all manner of things entangled in it - twigs, thorns, a leaf or two - and an unimaginable amount of dust and dirt.
He was in no fit state.
After stumbling no more than a few fox lengths from the stream, Whitewhisker caught a strange scent on the breeze. One which he had long forgotten - another cat.
He crouched to lap briefly at the water before standing and walking away - the same disinterested gait, and distant mind, but in quite the wrong direction than that of which he came.
The evening sunlight threw the condition of his pelt into sharp relief. Great chunks had fallen out through malnourishment, and there were all manner of things entangled in it - twigs, thorns, a leaf or two - and an unimaginable amount of dust and dirt.
He was in no fit state.
After stumbling no more than a few fox lengths from the stream, Whitewhisker caught a strange scent on the breeze. One which he had long forgotten - another cat.