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Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 31, 2020 13:09:52 GMT -5
the city is full of surprises. cats from several walks of life will pass through here or finally poke their head out. whether they keep it is up to you. this is the first story prompt for PI. i'll be trying to do them monthly depending on how well they go. these characters are nobodies, but can be adopted if you want one.
tw: prostitution A story as old as time, and it always plays out just as sadly. In the city of sin, one chooses to make a break for it. Whether they didn't quite lock the cage right, or the guards were dead asleep, or whatever let her escape; she was grateful. Lucky for now. Sprinting under the street lights that were the only things that caught her silhouette was a heavily pregnant she-cat, covered in enough dirt to hide any sort of beauty. Her name was unknown, or at least she couldn't remember it, lost in the sea of darlings and babes. It didn't matter now. What did was getting as far away as possible. But which direction would she even run? She paused to look around for some idea on where to go. But the city was too similar, it all blended together in her mind.
Hanging from her jaws was one kit, another one trailing behind her as fast as it could run. They couldn't have been more than two moons old.
"How much longer do we gotta run, momma?" The one following her asked between pants, paws already chaffed and starting to bleed. She barely know she could run, having been kept in that dark cage her whole life. Even the streetlights were too bright.
"Not for much longer, dear." The mother assured, though she really had no idea how long. Just standing her made her feel like they were already catching up. "Let's keep going."
Eve was out for the night, moving about through the territory of Primal Instinct, reflecting and thoughtful. She was beginning to feel her age these days, and with her family no longer connected to the ones in power in Primal Instinct, Eve had started to stick to the shadows and not draw attention. Only coming into the light when her presence would only get a positive response.
But things can still happen in the dark. And as she walked she caught whiff of a kit scent. A scent she was very familiar with having reared several litters in her lifetime.
Narrowing her eyes she began to make her way towards the source, keeping to the shadows and taking care to stay upwind. She had to make sure it was actually kittens and not a convenient lure for trouble.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 1, 2020 19:12:25 GMT -5
She had started to walk again, when her daughter spoke up again. "But I'm tired, mom." She squeaked, "and my paws hurt." They suppressed a sigh bit couldn't blame her. She was getting tired too, carrying one kit and a whole bunch more in her stomach. It was too close to the ground for comfort, but she rested briefly. Leaning down into a crouch she was too familiar with.
"Here, try and hold onto my back again." The mom purred, barely feeling her kits tiny claws as they climbed up her. As soon as she thought they were secure, a trash can in a nearby alley fell over. She practically jumped out of her skin, the kit barely hanging on. "They must be coming. Hang tight, little one."
