Bloodied Wings[Open- FREE KIT, FIRST COME FIRST SERVE]

Bird trekked for what felt like days, placing paw after paw in front of him, vision swimming until he no longer knew where he was going except forward. The days and nights blurred together, him collapsing into sleep whenever his body gave out, and pushing himself back to his paws once he managed to grab ahold of conciousness once more. He had yet to wash the blood off his paws, and it was too late now as the fur had long since dried up. His mind was fuzzy, filled with wool and moss. Why was he here? Where was he going? Something was nagging at him, something that he had forgotten and left behind, but what? And left behind where? His lack of the ability to think clearly drove the tortoiseshell to madness, leaving in his wake shredded scraps of prey and torn leaves. His tears had long-since dried on his fur, leaving his once beautiful coat stained with tears, blood and mud. Where was he going? The question echoed in his mind like a plea for help, but to who was this plea directed to?

At last, his body heaved, and the emptiness of his gut clawed out its way out of his throat and onto the grass. His cries were stuck in his throat as he crouched down, pressing himself to the ground. His entire body was shaking, trembling like a leaf in a storm, as again and again he heaved. His mind spiralled, and though in the distant he could see the faint shadows of other cats, he could no longer tell if they were the saviors he had longed for or the nightmares he had tried so hard to forget. The kit slumped down, collapsing onto the dirtied ground. A single mew left him, now that he was too tired to wail.