Post by Quick Fox on Jul 7, 2009 16:53:54 GMT -5
Cat: Dapplecloud the D*E*P*R*E*S*S*E*D
Words: 374
Notes: Sooooo depressed
Words: 374
Notes: Sooooo depressed
And there she lay, alone under the twisted oak tree. Not six feet from the Ancient Oak, it was like her own spot. Whenever she came out, which was quite often, as most everybody felt like they needed to keep there space from her, she would lay there. She didn't even really need to ask to leave, it was simple enough to just walk out, no one would ask her where she was going.
Or when she'd be back.
She just lay there, watching the birds flutter by, not making a single attempt to catch them. She didn't have the energy to try.
She mapped out what she would do for the rest of the day. She would lay here for a while longer, travel back to camp, and then lay there in her own sorrow. She supposed that was what she did best.
I'm so depressed, she thought. It was never good when you ended up planning your day so that you ended up spending almost ever second of when you were laying there feeling sorry for yourself.
She wondered what Starclan thought of her. Her life had been so rough that she had lost most hope, and faith, in Starclan. How could they let her live on like this, a sorry excuse for a cat, and not give her a purpose, or even just a day where she could be happy?
That was she wondered. She didn't even feel much about being in a clan. When was the last time she had done something useful? When was the last time she had even been social, like just hanging out and talking, or sharing fresh kill, or grooming?Those were all things on the list of things that she neglected to do, most of the time.
Fresh kill, she thought. This was an odd thought in her head, when she thought about eating, she usually thought 'mouse'. Everything else just made her want to gag. And it was no good, somebody could see that from looking at her. She was thin, dirty and depressed..
Starclan, why don't you give me a reason to live, or let me die?
Or when she'd be back.
She just lay there, watching the birds flutter by, not making a single attempt to catch them. She didn't have the energy to try.
She mapped out what she would do for the rest of the day. She would lay here for a while longer, travel back to camp, and then lay there in her own sorrow. She supposed that was what she did best.
I'm so depressed, she thought. It was never good when you ended up planning your day so that you ended up spending almost ever second of when you were laying there feeling sorry for yourself.
She wondered what Starclan thought of her. Her life had been so rough that she had lost most hope, and faith, in Starclan. How could they let her live on like this, a sorry excuse for a cat, and not give her a purpose, or even just a day where she could be happy?
That was she wondered. She didn't even feel much about being in a clan. When was the last time she had done something useful? When was the last time she had even been social, like just hanging out and talking, or sharing fresh kill, or grooming?Those were all things on the list of things that she neglected to do, most of the time.
Fresh kill, she thought. This was an odd thought in her head, when she thought about eating, she usually thought 'mouse'. Everything else just made her want to gag. And it was no good, somebody could see that from looking at her. She was thin, dirty and depressed..
Starclan, why don't you give me a reason to live, or let me die?