OOC: I just got back from a camp aa
"Okay," a soft voice absentmindedly called from the corner of the bushy den. Yin was crouched on a pile of soft leaves, gingerly licking a cut on his foreleg. The black tom was a mess; his fur was ungroomed and patches were missing, and wounds and cuts marred his body. Luckily, most of the wounds were sloppy strikes that didn't go very deep, but a few, especially on his face and chest, were deep and likely to scar. It visibly annoyed him, and with each lick to his tender paw a small hiss of pain would escape his mouth. He had never felt such pain before. He didn't know how he knew he didn't feel much pain n his past, judging that he didn't remember 80% of his past, but he simply knew.
His thoughts went back to the Mapleleaf, who was standing patiently a few strides away, a pile of soaking moss at her paws. He got up and shambled over in a awkward, mild limp, and picked up the moss in his mouth, biting down hard with his canines. A flood of cool water flooded his thirsty mouth, tasting slightly like dirt and flora, and he drank greedily. After sucking it dry he spat out the damp moss. "Thank you," he purred, sitting down to ponder over her next question. His head still hurt to think about the past, but a few memories had become to appear over time. "Not much, really," he admitted, "But a few things had become to come back. Most of it are just blurry moments; me playing with some kits that looked like me on a shiny hard surface, eating something hard and dry out of a circular, colorful rock, so on. Nothing too interesting. The only really 'clear' memory I have is from a long time ago. I was a little kit, in the middle of this weird place where everything was made out of this hard, shiny, unbending rock. I was with several other cats in this weird place between two cliffs of the shiny rock, and the ground was the rock as well. There were several fully grown cats talking in a corner. Most of them had black and dark grey pelts like me, but a few had really colorful ones. They seemed pretty agitated about something, but I do not know what. In front of me were two other kits, both larger than me. One was a grey tabby and the other was black and white. They were..." Yin lost his train of thought. That had been happening quite often since he had his accident. "What was I saying again? The two kits, yeah. Anyways, they were taunting me, batting at me with their paws before I had enough time to react. They were telling me that I was weak, that no one truly loved me, that I would die before winter. Something about me being the reason my mother died? Then a she-kit, this one a pretty tortiseshell, went up to them and told them to shut up." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and awkwardly groomed down a tuft of chest fur. "That was the only real memory I have. When I try to think of what happened in the recent-" he uncontrollably shuddered, "All I see is blood, and screaming, and maniacal laughing. I don't want to think of it."
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~ WCC's resident lizard person ~
and holder of the Magical Name-Changing Wand, which is currently under a curse
done by an evil witch which makes it do nothing but make an explosion of rainbows.
If someone knows the remedy to this curse, please send help.
I like clouds.
~Twistedtail||Littlepaw|Pigeonstorm||Yinpaw||An ~
