Not my day

She stumbled awkwardly through the trees. Flashes of… something wandering across her mind. Fleeting, and vanishing every time she tried to grasp them. A cat was yowling, but the sound of its cry was sharp, and then quiet as though blocked by water. She felt something against her back, sharp like claws. But she couldn’t bring herself to turn and look. Moving hurt, and turning her head was the worst of all.

She wasn’t sure why she continued to stumble forward, other than the fact that stopping sounded like.. A bad idea. She couldn’t remember why, but it was important. There was a redness in her vision, like something leaking down her forehead and running against her burning eyes. She needed to… do something. It was important, it was so important. But she couldn’t remember what it was.

Ooc: Her cat is riding on her shoulders and yowling, and she has a very bad gash across her forehead.