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Far from where any humans lived, and close to the snapping, piercing beak of a thrush—could Melody be anywhere more dreadful?

There was no time to dwell on whichever place was the worst. Down came that horrible bird’s beak, bang-bang-banging on the acorn cap that she huddled under. All the while, she tried to scramble away there on the high branch and helplessly cried out at it.

“Stop! Please, stop!” She clung to the gash in her little arm with her other claw and whimpered. “You’re hurting me!”

Then, finally, she reached the edge of the branch and saw an opportunity for escape. She released her grip and fell. The thrush soon hopped off the branch, descending after her.

Melody could have flown then and outsmarted the bird in the air, but her cut distracted her and filled her head with more and more distraught questions that weighed on her and made her plummet.

“—AH!”

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At first, she could hear nothing but the rush of blood sounding in her ears. Feel nothing but the pounding of her head. In a short word, she felt weak. She felt as though all of her muscles had been pushed to their limit — Like she had been put through a merciless exercise regiment only to be stretched by a taffy puller at the end of it all.

But the ache in her head was even worse.

Her skull contained a throbbing mass of churned and transformed brain matter, and as she opened her eyes, the pain intensified tenfold, sensitive to the light of the morning.

She groaned, scarcely able to lift her head at first, but just managed to do so as she looked down at her... Paws?

"...Wh-...at...??"

@firestcr to Kitty! /plat context ofc lol

Kitty’s pride would not allow her to admit that she had slipped up and some guy had come along and saved her lives. Even as her paw gingerly rested over the aching wound beneath her bandages, where she was lucky the blade which came so close to her throat only managed to strike her shoulder in the end thanks to the other feline’s intervention.

“Hey, I had everything under control,” she lied.

They would be back, she figured. She had managed to swipe a satchel of gold from one of the bandits in the chaos, of which they seemed the vindictive type. And she wasn't looking forward to crossing blades again with those who had very nearly stolen a life from her. And especially not as her swordfighting arm was out of commission for the moment.

Though Kitty dreaded more to think she'd still need the other cat's help, if the bandits did indeed track her down once more.

@firestcr in his PiB verse for Kitty Softpaws! :3

more random dialogue prompts - Accepting

“Patience is the key.”

@firestcr :3

The W.ild R.obot Sentence Starters

Melody huffed and glared at her bandaged little arm like a mess of pollen refusing to be scrubbed off. She had already been picking at it throughout the day when she wasn’t sleeping and had begun to consider what would happen if she tried to unwrap the cobwebs—only a little! But she heeded Firestar’s words, giving him a resigned look.

@firestcr asks: “You seem familiar, like… like I’ve met you before. What’s your name?” (Firepaw!)

"I don't recall meeting anyone with such a bright pelt in recent memory, but stranger things and all that." tail lashes a bit, and the tom considers how to approach the situation. cats in this area were generally either harmless or parts of those aggressive groups living out in no-man's land. this one seemed...hard to pin to either. interesting.

@firestcr from Fuego to Scourge!

The tom bristles at first as he takes the item, looking at it with suspicion and skepticism. It seems like a trick... Perhaps it's poisoned. Still, its tantalizing smell is enough to make his mouth water.

He tears off a portion of the drumstick to chew it, speaking with his mouth full,

Fuego to Scourge, probably in response to seeing a human do something mean to the latter? :) @firestcr

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || Accepting.