death is like a one way ticket to a distant star
04-03-2021, 02:22 PM
She had no idea what to do. She was freaking out inside, and her paws were covered in blood. This wasn’t like learning how to hunt a bunny! This was a living breathing soul, dying in front of her. But Kuroki had looked at her. Her dear, sweet, taller brother had looked at her like she knew what she was doing. How could she do anything less than her best?
“We could p-pack the wounds with snow” it was all they had. It was all they had, and the cold would slow the bleeding, right? It might damage the nerves. She felt like she had heard something like that before, but the man was dying. What choice did they have? She wished she had an adult to tell her what was right. She wasn’t sure she liked this feeling of figuring it out for herself. Not when she knew so little.
Her brother had called out her name, she had been so distracted with her ‘patient’ that she had dismissed the cries for the howling of the wind. She looked at the wolf dying in front of him. She looked at him, and for the first time considered how he had gotten his wounds. She looked at Kuroki, who’s quaking voice told her he was as lost as he was. Afraid. She swallowed hard, and put a bloody paw on her brother's much taller shoulder. “Pack his wounds.” She told him quietly, unwilling to give up on their patient.
Kit herself got to her paws, moving a few steps forward. The tiny creature with shaking limbs and slicked-back ears set her paws in the snow. She raised her head, and stared down the approaching cats. She was small, so small. Destined to be the tiniest of the lot, but she would not move. She placed herself, quite clearly, between her brother, and the approaching danger. Thinking of their father, who backed down from nothing, she envisioned he was at her side, bolstering her. She started to growl a warning, telling the cats to leave.
"Speech"
“We could p-pack the wounds with snow” it was all they had. It was all they had, and the cold would slow the bleeding, right? It might damage the nerves. She felt like she had heard something like that before, but the man was dying. What choice did they have? She wished she had an adult to tell her what was right. She wasn’t sure she liked this feeling of figuring it out for herself. Not when she knew so little.
Her brother had called out her name, she had been so distracted with her ‘patient’ that she had dismissed the cries for the howling of the wind. She looked at the wolf dying in front of him. She looked at him, and for the first time considered how he had gotten his wounds. She looked at Kuroki, who’s quaking voice told her he was as lost as he was. Afraid. She swallowed hard, and put a bloody paw on her brother's much taller shoulder. “Pack his wounds.” She told him quietly, unwilling to give up on their patient.
Kit herself got to her paws, moving a few steps forward. The tiny creature with shaking limbs and slicked-back ears set her paws in the snow. She raised her head, and stared down the approaching cats. She was small, so small. Destined to be the tiniest of the lot, but she would not move. She placed herself, quite clearly, between her brother, and the approaching danger. Thinking of their father, who backed down from nothing, she envisioned he was at her side, bolstering her. She started to growl a warning, telling the cats to leave.