i always fuck my life up / o, caught in trap + extreme injuries

malphas routinely took walks by himself. he was old enough to leave town by himself, without suspicion, and a return to nature always soothed his always-panicked mood. being in town made him feel claustrophobic and worried and so he would slip out whenever he could.

he had been alone when he smelled somebody else's presence- a lot of different scents, actually, which sent his heart rushing and immediately his fur stood on edge. he heard a sickening snap and laughter. like a moth to a lamp, he was drawn to the sickening event.

there he stood, watching a child get mauled. he didn't know her, and malphas' first thought was that i should kill her. i should end that child's suffering, and then the thought hurt. he was so cruel.

malphas, a little cat with no tail and no backbone, was no match for two hyenas. he wasn't a hero. he was an outcast, a social recluse, a loser. if he rushed in he knew there would be two deaths, not just one. he retreated into the bush, feeling tears drip down his face and the panic setting in. what a hero, he thought. you can't save her. you're better off if those hyenas rip you to shreds too. the hyenas could probably smell him anyways, and he hoped for somebody stronger, somebody braver. he was severely traumatized by what he had saw and so was effectively useless.

he was no hero.