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/warning for mentions of grief, running away, and mention of the death of a parent!<br><br>
She had run so far. The ground turned to a constant buzzing under her paws, and cracks had begun to appear in her pads without receiving a moment's worth of attention from the frantic kitten. She felt like she'd been running for twenty seconds and twenty decades, like time had ceased its meaning long enough to embrace her for mere moments, the soft touch of something incorporeal over her body. Her lungs heaved less with the exhaustion of running (because really she'd been running just long enough to pass through unoccupied territory and swerve all the way back to Windclan territory, her nose clogged and sniffling with the snot build up there. The puffiness around her eyes only served to further accent her despair and once she was certain no one was behind her, still chasing her, she fell to the ground and curled up, the chill of the night moving in.
, she figured, bitter and angry and in denial of the sorrow that held onto her lungs and throat like nails holding back wooden boards constantly warping in the onslaught of heavy rain. She didn't want to be here, she wanted her mom -- but her mom was gone. And she was so angry and confused that lying on the ever-chilling grass as the dusk settled in seemed a better alternative to being at 'home'. 'Home'. When had she ever had a home? When had any one place or time been hers? Her mother had spoken of home as some far off mystery, the smell of salt and the sound of waves brushing gently against a rocky beach. She didn't remember it clearly but in dreams and the wistful look in her mother's eye that was now lost to her memory alone. And if she couldn't remember her home, how long until she forgot her mama too?
<br> She tried to close fast her eyes and think of her -- think of the way her grey pelt was so smooth and shiny but for those moments of unease. She tried to remember the way she smelled, like fresh grass after the rain and the ocean no matter how far away they were from home. She wanted to remember the way her paw wrapped around her, pulling her in for a hug. She wanted to remember everything
, the way her voice twisted and turned like the ocean, the way she looked off into the distance with pale blue eyes and smiled an easy smile, recounting days of old with kind tones and a rumbling in her chest. She wanted to remember the steady thrum of her mother's heart as they cuddled together, gentle and loving and supportive because it was them against the world. It was only them, they only had each other. And even when mama got that sad smile and couldn't see her right, Super wanted to remember that too. She wanted everything,
like a greedy miser, trying to memorize and cement the past into her mind but every thought sent her spiralling into another batch of tears, until the child was shivering from the cold and bawling her eyes out of the border of another clan, so far from home and family that she didn't know what either were.</div><div style="width:100%; height: 30px; font-family:arial; color: black; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px; word-spacing: 15px;"> tags
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