Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190614235940/@comment-36195412-20190622013535

Hunta closed his eyes, and for a moment, it was like he blacked out.

One day, Zephyr, his mind chanted. ''One day I'll find you. One day we'll be together again. One day I can be a good kitty. One day.''

One day.

Memories flashed by so fast, he couldn't see them. He didn't need to--they finally settled on an image of him, weak and tired, defiantly wavering in the Iron Claws' alleyway. He'd fought to be here. He was a fighter, and he'd fight for however long it took.

And hey, maybe he would find Zephyr someday. But now?

Now was not the time.

He had something else now, something he refused to lose. Something he knew would be the death of him, probably, but he didn't care.

His new family.

Bright eyes blinked open and settled on the swiftly-advancing shape of a kitten.

"TWIG!"