May 04 2024, 01:42 PM
[backdated two cycles]
Cyg wasn't supposed to be this far from home, he was pretty sure. But it wasn't as if he had left the cave or anything! He had been just been exploring, and then he had saw something a bit worrying, and he wanted to be sure of himself before he did anything. Really, he was putting a great deal of thought into things, which was better than he usually did.
What had caught his eye had been the white color in this cave, usually so colorful. One of the Mystfoxes, but a pretty young one, and white, unlike any other one he'd seen. They were usually shade of pastels, and he kept his distance because they were big and he was small.
But this one was smaller, and it was crying, and no one came to its aid. Maybe its parent had only left recently, though. So Cyg had wandered off, caught a lesser mouse, and figured that if it was gone by the time he got back, he'd just eat the mouse himself. It would probably be gone.
It was not gone, though. It had stopped crying, but it had grown no less pitiful for that. Somehow, it seemed even more pitiful, all alone and quiet.
Cyg approached on quiet cat and bird feet. "Uhm, hello, would you like some food?" Though his mama said lessers couldn't understand, and he certainly couldn't understand the kit, he wanted to be polite.
He dropped the mouse before the kit.
Cyg wasn't supposed to be this far from home, he was pretty sure. But it wasn't as if he had left the cave or anything! He had been just been exploring, and then he had saw something a bit worrying, and he wanted to be sure of himself before he did anything. Really, he was putting a great deal of thought into things, which was better than he usually did.
What had caught his eye had been the white color in this cave, usually so colorful. One of the Mystfoxes, but a pretty young one, and white, unlike any other one he'd seen. They were usually shade of pastels, and he kept his distance because they were big and he was small.
But this one was smaller, and it was crying, and no one came to its aid. Maybe its parent had only left recently, though. So Cyg had wandered off, caught a lesser mouse, and figured that if it was gone by the time he got back, he'd just eat the mouse himself. It would probably be gone.
It was not gone, though. It had stopped crying, but it had grown no less pitiful for that. Somehow, it seemed even more pitiful, all alone and quiet.
Cyg approached on quiet cat and bird feet. "Uhm, hello, would you like some food?" Though his mama said lessers couldn't understand, and he certainly couldn't understand the kit, he wanted to be polite.
He dropped the mouse before the kit.