I hope your apple pie was freaking worth it

Tears had long since stopped falling from her eyes, though stains were still dark upon her downy cheeks. She would burst into tears renewed every few hours, when it all hit her again. It had been a few days now, since she'd seen it. Mama. She cried in her mind, desperate to learn it had all been a lie. Desiree, she was... The violet girl sniffled, blinking away a fresh wave of tears. It had been a little longer than that since she'd last eaten, and her tummy felt hollow with gnawing hunger. She didn't know where mommy had gone, though she had disappeared very quickly. Mama still lay there, despite the lavender child's best efforts. She'd tried to wake her mama up from what she'd thought was a nap. She was so cold. Came the unbidden thought, accompanied by a shudder. Why was her mama dead? Why was she all alone? Where was Milli, her sister? Did mommy kill her too, or did she run away?

The small factor of being lost had come as a surprise to the girl, after half a day of walking. She hadn't known where she was, and for quite some time, she had wailed for her mothers to rescue her. No such luck. No one had heard, and when her stomach had been growling so loudly it sounded like a lion roaring, no one had done anything, should they have been nearby. Her alabaster toes were caked in mud, her fur ridden with blades of grass and dirt from her sleeping on the ground wherever she dropped. Ivory stained features were growing gaunt, mismatched optics rimmed with red. She was tired and hungry, and most of all, she yearned for something or someone familiar. Everything was strange, and she didn't even have time to enjoy it. This adventure was far from fun, as all the rest had been (Save for the journey to see Auntie Cat, where she learned her parents had been wanting to abandon her and her sister).

When there was finally a glimpse of something familiar, she all but collapsed with relief. The mangrove. Bacchus lived here. Or maybe he had moved away. Everyone was leaving her, these days. Did they not like her? Was it because of the ugly white stain on the left side of her face? Yeah, maybe that was it. Or they were tired of her adventures taking her away from them. Either way, she was feeling no love from anyone nowadays. Aching paws stumbled closer to the mangroves, dull eyes focused on it with the intent of a hawk. Maybe Bacchus would know what to do, and he would help her. They were friends, right? Friends helped friends when they needed them.

When she felt soft sand under her sore pads, she dropped heavily onto her haunches. She was tired, and she was hungry, and come to think of it, she was a little thirsty. The glowing water of the mangroves didn't seem like a good thing to drink, but her throat was dry, and she was really starting to feel apathy for whether or not it was a good idea. With a whine, she decided to forgo it. A small, trembling song would leave her lips, calling for her friend to come. She missed Bacchus, he was nice. He would know what to do, right? Her tiny form had grown somewhat since last they'd met, but she was still a tiny little thing. The fact that the plumpness of her youth had faded and her ribs could be faintly seen under her lilac coat probably didn't help anything, either.