Tired Of These Damn Cats
Bronze, Pyrite
Bulwark
11-08-2021, 08:18 PM
Onyx's sickness was something that needed to be figured out, and soon... though Bronze wasn't sure if it was the sort of thing that needed curing or if she'd fight it off on his own. He'd never seen anything as serious as this - the most he and his family had ever dealt with, that he knew of, was a little cold. And this was weird. No matter how much their parents tried not to get too worried in front of them, their nervousness was quite palpable and told them everything they needed to know: that this wasn't something they'd experienced before, and that they had no idea how to treat it. Bronze would stand by his sister in solidarity through her sickness, and would keep close - overcome with a need to protect her and keep her safe, despite knowing she could do that perfectly fine on her own. The ooze was just unpredictable and he didn't know what to expect if things got worse. Today - or was it tonight? It really wasn't possible to distinguish anymore - he went looking for her, overcome with a sudden worry since he hadn't seen her for a few hours. Surely she was fine, but he couldn't keep himself away from her lately for long and he'd rather smother her and annoy the hell out of her, than to leave her to her own devices for too long. And he was grateful he'd gone to check on her, for as soon as she came into view she saw something lunging at her.. and was that ooze dripping from its mouth? Or was that coming from Onyx? It was hard to tell in the spur of the moment, so he kicked off hard and lunged for the bobcat's hindquarters, aiming to grab hold of one of its hind legs and yank it down hard toward the ground. Words: 312 Total Words: 722 |