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a snippet of kin's life: 100-200 words

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Abandoned
Travels in Circles (5/5) - ### words

He frowns when he wakes to find his side cold. Cat usually slumbers next to him. And he'd been there the night before. Guide had even whacked him in the face with his tail. But he's not here now. Can't be as the only tail here is his own.

Travels in Circles considers going to look for the stray cheetah. But then he doesn't want the cat to think he's been abandoned. Unless the cat has abandoned him. His ears flick back at the thought. No. Cat wouldn't do that.

Indeed, Cat returns then. A mouthful of rabbit for breakfast.

The patch of light was perfect, the grasses a wonderful blend of coarse and aromatic, and Tipsy could not resist plopping down in it and rolling like a youngster. The scents of the herbs rose up around her, and the coarse grasses itched her hide blissfully. The summer breeze rippled over the meadowy area, and she relaxed, sure that her sons were handling business just fine for now; she needn't go bustling back just yet. After the good roll, she laid out, sunning herself and letting it bake her scales. It prickled, but in a good way that she sort of missed from the desert. She smiled to herself: It would never entice her to go back.

Candy
Expecting to Fly | 10 of 10 | 135 words

Her mother had shown her them once before. It had been many moons ago now, but the memory of the sugary juice still lingered on her tongue. They were rare and hard to find, and she was craving them.

Fly had spent the whole day digging, moving piles upon piles of dirt to no avail. Now she sat in the latest hole, exhausted and disappointed. She had all but given up when her leg broke through an air pocket…

HONEYPOT ANTS! Eagerly, she popped one into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue before bursting the abdomen. The sweet liquid exploded in her mouth and she smiled in bliss, letting the liquid melt away before picking up another one. She continued this way until she had eaten all five. Not many, but totally worth it.

Rising Sun; 4/5: "Take Your Time" [114]

It was one of those days. Rising Sun's tail dragged along the path behind her in the form of a wet mop, caking up mud and miscellaneous filth. She was walking through one of the Swamp's famous thunderstorms.

Sunny had to admit, it was rather serene; The heavy blanket of water combined with the overcast sky made for a very solitary environment, which the doe actually found therapeutic. Although she could hear muted shouts in the distance of worried mothers ushering their children home, and of companions that must have separated from one another, she found her peace and could clear her mind easily. Perhaps she would take her time going home this evening.

Rush of Wind: 3/5

5. Loneliness

He wasn't lonely. There was only him and the desert, the sand beneath his hooves, the sun beating down on his back, and the rush of wind and blood howling in his ears. All these things were company enough for him. He had never truly known the companionship of other kin so there was nothing for him to miss, nothing for him to long for, no sense of emptiness that could only be filled by other living creatures for him to point to and call loneliness.

He had only one void in his soul and that was the one that had to be filled by the hunt and by the red that haunted his vision.

But that was not loneliness. Loneliness was yearning for others and it was something learned. So long as he continued running and running and never learned companionship, he could not learn loneliness. He could be an island unto himself, adrift in a sea of sand.

Then he ran towards the Swamp. He thought nothing would change, it was just a different sort of grey after all, but Chases the Wind found him and he would learn them both: companionship and loneliness.

196 words

4/5: Glossbones- Silk

Spiderwebs glittered in the night sky. They loomed over him, taunted his gaunt frame and he veered to the right. Each cobweb held a poisonous jewel at its center but he hunted bigger game. With a long twig, he batted at each cobweb, careful to twirl his forest fingers so that each strand did not break or stretch the intact web. It took him many monsoons to pick up this particular skillset. With a quick flick of his head, he dislodged the spiders. Careful, he stepped back and brought home his prize: soft spidersilk for the skulls. The consumers were going to eat this one up.

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Iiii need to catch up with this. Damn exams. Jammed my brain.