hop-timist

Mochi's teeth made it to the fur before her father moved and she grunted as his body slammed into hers. She did her best to hold her ground, swinging the blanket like a (harmless) weapon as a growl ripped from her chest. She didn't ask for this. Why was she suddenly being tested? Right now, when she was in the middle of something else? Anger boiled in her belly, anger that her mother had left, that her siblings seemed to be coping just fine with her absence and her father... had he even cared? Choice or not, she didn't need to be okay with it, or was she just supposed to bottle it up and let it eat her from the inside out?

An uncoordinated and wild thing, Mochi snapped her teeth and shoved back, paws struggling to find purchase on the frost bitten ground. It was an unleashing of sorts, far from graceful or dignified.

"speech"