Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190607112231/@comment-39357791-20190614015421

Twig closed her eyes. (totally not constructed by me to sustain her innocence) She hated all the shouting cats, hated the claws, hated the acrid scent of blood. The last one reminded her of her mother, bleeding from the wheeled cage on the stonepath… she closed her eyes harder.