03-26-2020, 02:21 PM
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Alice spent the time she wasn't out in the territory sleeping. Tired, always tired, it was a must for her body to be able to function. She knew she was sick, had known since she was able to comprehend thoughts. Her mother had pulled her aside, and told her that she was sick, and that there wasn't anything her parents could do, but they loved her, and she was strong, and could do anything she put her mind to.
Alice had put that to heart, and had wandered around the territory as much as she could every day before coming home and sleeping. Each day it got to be more. She stepped out and walked around for longer each day, and she thought, just for a moment, she was making herself get better.
She was walking around in the swamp, exploring, curious about what things were, watching the bugs that had come out of the ground due to spring scuttle across the ground. She was happy and content, before suddenly she wasn't.
On the ground, Alice struggled for breath, eyes shut hard as she curled into herself, useless leg splayed out behind her as she lie there trembling, scared, unable to get a word out as she shook. Was this part of the illness she didn't remember or wasn't told about, or was this something else? The small kitten didn't know.
Alice spent the time she wasn't out in the territory sleeping. Tired, always tired, it was a must for her body to be able to function. She knew she was sick, had known since she was able to comprehend thoughts. Her mother had pulled her aside, and told her that she was sick, and that there wasn't anything her parents could do, but they loved her, and she was strong, and could do anything she put her mind to.
Alice had put that to heart, and had wandered around the territory as much as she could every day before coming home and sleeping. Each day it got to be more. She stepped out and walked around for longer each day, and she thought, just for a moment, she was making herself get better.
She was walking around in the swamp, exploring, curious about what things were, watching the bugs that had come out of the ground due to spring scuttle across the ground. She was happy and content, before suddenly she wasn't.
On the ground, Alice struggled for breath, eyes shut hard as she curled into herself, useless leg splayed out behind her as she lie there trembling, scared, unable to get a word out as she shook. Was this part of the illness she didn't remember or wasn't told about, or was this something else? The small kitten didn't know.