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Minxpaw struggled to remain conscious, her state of mind caused her to hallucinate as a factor to avoid pain. She registered voices, although couldn't place figures for someones blood rain in her eye. The twolegger, the mongrel, or her own? She let out a hiss, which was rasp as it turned out to be just a gasp of breath when Lightface and Dragoneye's began to rub medication onto her sore cuts. First, she imagined the dog holding the bone of her tail coming back to finish whatever was left of her but the frightening image of the bloody eyed, Satanic smirk of a mongrel faded and replaced with her mother, slightly vex as her ears flattened and her tail swished. However... There was this kitten... This strange ball of fur her mom first swatted with a sort of disgust and in the kitten's second attempt, she accepted it. "Hanuli, my young whose pride and tenacity that cannot be swallowed by the sky, there will be a time where you'll find yourself chasing the sunset when you're lost... Stop and dance with the stars, do not follow the pawprints of your old mother." She let out a yowl of anguish, starting to seeing the lies hidden in the words of the Ancients as their pride tarnished by the hands of mankind. The lie she was living was slowly settling in as she continued to yowl whilst writhing on the floor, and pressing forward in a fruitless attempt to run. "Mama... Mama..." Truth was crushing her, her sort of justified pride...

Meaningless.

((Hmm. I can confront both situations. Winds can carry scents far, especially if it's as strong as blood. I think a can can detect the scent a few miles far even if it's faint. Next, the dog was presumably a runaway taking shelter in a nearby alleyway... Even if the book does not mention such an occurrence, the possibility is rather vague.

You've got to dream a little dream~ xD))

Minxpaw slowly began to recuperate, not physically but mentally. Snapping back from her mental rewind, she came to in the painful world. Her body was resilient enough to bring her back to the real world, a burst of colors but no lines to hold it in. However, seeing that the wounds were painful was a way to indicate that she was recovering. She let out another exhausted hiss, as she tried to rise. She couldn't register Lightface's gentle touch, pain was resonating everywhere, the concentration at the tip of her tail. She felt like heaving, actually, the hisses were her attempt in easing her pain. After a gurgle, she managed to move a solid inch before she collapsed once again. There were muffled voices, around her... They sounded anxious... Solemn.

The dog lifted his head, now hearing rustling through the outskirts of the home. He was a vagabond, running off from his master and living off whatever he could find in this town. The twoleggers were generally kind, some offered food but nothing soothed the mind more then a successful hunt in the dumpster or in the wild. Twoleggers were stingy with their food... As they throw more good food away then they offer. He walked out, his dark sleek coat blending in with alleyway shadows. Now interested that the number of cats had at least doubled he dropped the tail that belonged to Minxpaw and let out loud intimidating growl. If he was lucky, he would have something for lunch and dinner... If not... He'd still have lunch. He licked his chops just by the thought.