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Post by shy on Oct 22, 2023 11:47:00 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, It was rare for Koda to double back to a territory he'd just left. As often as he could, the loner traveled from land to land based on the season, mimicking his tribe's way of life. He'd left this mountainous region behind a while back, when the waters turned cold and it was clear the first frosts would be arriving. But he'd heard rumors from cats near those clans, rumors of a new group taking this place for their own. Oh how he hoped it was wrong. He quite liked this land. It was peaceful, safe. How many places had he abandoned after new creatures moved in? How many places would he have to leave behind? How often would he be driven out? Koda never regrated following the nomadic lifestyle of his kin, but there were times it felt impossible to uphold alone. Oh, if only he wasn't alone. If only there was someone else to confide in, to keep the traditions alive. But there wasn't. As far as he knew everyone else who knew this life had perished or scattered many moons ago. Koda's paws skittered as he walked along the river's edge. He tumbled, too lost in thought to pay attention to the ground under his paws. " Ouch." He muttered, licking his sore paw. " Better watch my step." He muttered to himself, aware of how empty the words were without someone else to hear them.
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Post by Jaecarys on Oct 22, 2023 14:37:27 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1104987801327521812/sketch1669902049605~png mature warning: scratch uses foul languagescratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
High on the bank, a tiny feline figure slipped behind rocks and snowbanks. Her green eyes were flinty, they glinted in the light, tracking the tom padding along the river’s edge. He wasn't a very alert one, was he? Her jaws were lightly parted, drinking in his scent, memorizing it, trying to pick apart the pieces of it she knew. She knew it, damnit. Rocks clattered when the tom stumbled, then tumbled, clumsy over the loose stones. “Ouch,” he muttered, lifting his paw to rasp his tongue across it. Pfft. Pathetic. “Better watch my step,” he said to no one at all. She crouched low behind a snowdrift. Who is he, who is he, who is he? He looked like her. Fire and snow. Sleek. Patched. Striped. She parted her jaws wider. That’s him. Who’s him? Him. Him. Who? There was a life before all this. He was there. It’s him. It’s him it’s him! Her claws flexed in the snow, heart pounding. She could not forget the dead and gone, the deserters, the ones before. She knew who this was, didn’t she? And then Scratch was there, standing in front of him. Her ear flicked, and her smile was sharp. ”Better watch for company too.”Who is he?Her pelt rippled in a twitch. She stepped toward him. ”I don’t know—Where are you from?” We know him. That’s not right. It is. It’s him. She didn’t know him. Think, think, who is he?
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Post by shy on Oct 23, 2023 17:43:09 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, While his paw was sore, Koda was thankfully uninjured by his fall. A few moments rest and surely he be back on his way, a little more carefully this time for sure. As he lay there, taking the moment to rest, a voice caught his attention. " Ah... I suppose I should keep an ear out for others." He laughed nervously, glancing up at the cat. Ginger and white, marked with tabby stripes. Like him. She almost looked... familiar? He pulled his paws underneath himself, just in case he needed to run. Hard to tell if the stranger was friend or foe. Though she looked so much like him. So much like someone... like her. The memories of his kin were faded and battered, but shapes remained. Scent remained. A name remained. There was no way, was there? After all this time. She'd grown, changed, new scars littered across her pelt. But the markings under the scars were the same as hers. A pelt he'd known as well as his own once. " Y...Yoko?" Was he standing before his sister? Tears strung at his eyes. Were his moons of solitary wondering over? " It's me, it's Koda."
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Post by Jaecarys on Oct 26, 2023 11:21:21 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1104987801327521812/sketch1669902049605~png mature warning: scratch uses foul languagescratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
Bloody memories. Flashes of claws. A stench. Cawing crows, yowls. Scratch’s heart raced, and she tensed as his paws pulled under him. A flash of delight—was she going to spread her claws today? Fight or flight. Fight.Then— "Y...Yoko?" She flinched, as if she’d been struck. Who is that? No one. You know. There was a sharp ring in her ears, and she stared with narrowing vision at the tom before her. Her heart thudded hard against the cage of her chest. The name was there, at the front of her mind, as if it had been there the whole time. ”Koda?” Her voice was very small. The last time she’d said that name, it had been hoarsely cried from a raw throat, desperate and afraid. A tremble rippled through her. He left! Deserter. He was right there. A bird cawed, and her lip feathered into an almost-snarl, eyes still round in shock. Koda. He left. She blinked. He was a kit again, like her. Blink. He was grown up. Big. Different. Still Koda.”You… came back?”
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Post by shy on Oct 27, 2023 17:11:28 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, Was this really her? Was this Yoko? After all these moons and seasons? And was she about to attack him? Koda kept low to the ground, watching the realization cross her face. And then she replied with his name. Oh how long it had been since his kin last said his name. " I thought you were dead. I...I thought everyone was dead." In the first moons he'd held hope of finding his siblings or parents. As the moons dragged on he wondered if he'd find anyone, a distant relative even. Anyone who remembered their ways, remembered him. " Mom said to run and I thought you and Kurama were behind me." He tried not to remember that night. " This whole time, I've been searching for anyone who survived. I can't believe you're alive Yoko." Did this mean others had survived? Was Yoko with anyone? Kurama? Their father? Or had she been alone all this time as well?
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Post by Jaecarys on Oct 30, 2023 13:31:31 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1104987801327521812/sketch1669902049605~png mature warning: scratch uses foul languagescratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
"I thought you were dead,” he replied. “I...I thought everyone was dead." Everyone is dead. She only blinked at him, her head lowering. Dead, gone, abandoned."Mom said to run and I thought you and Kurama were behind me." Run! Mother’s voice. How long since she’d heard that voice echo through the fragments of her memory? Taken down. She’d been taken down, right before claws swung down at her own face— "This whole time, I've been searching for anyone who survived. I can't believe you're alive Yoko." Her pupils went wide and she hissed. ”You didn’t look! I waited! I waited for all of you!” No one came. Only Dreath. Then she barked a laugh, her smile looking more like a snarl. ”Yoko is dead. It’s Scratch now. Scratch.”A crow cawed and her head snapped around. ”Shut up!”
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Post by shy on Oct 30, 2023 21:08:45 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, The relief Koda felt looking upon his long lost sister quickly soured as she spoke. When he first saw her, he'd been concerned. The fear of confrontation had been alive and well in his mind. Upon realizing who she was, he'd let go of that fear. But now that seemed like a potential mistake. Scratch? Such an odd name. So different from Yoko. Was the cat he knew truly dead? Was this all that remained? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Why search all this time if all that was left was a shell of his sister. She snapped at a crow and he winced. " I was captured by twolegs the morning after the attack. It took time to heal, to escape." Maybe if he could just explain to her, make her understand. " Please, sister. I swear I looked." He didn't dare say her name again, either of them. What had happened to her? Had she chosen a new name? or had someone chosen it for her?
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Post by Jaecarys on Nov 21, 2023 23:00:32 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1104987801327521812/sketch1669902049605~png mature warning: scratch uses foul languagescratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
“I was captured by twolegs the morning after the attack,” he said. Her head snapped back around and her tail lashed. Two-legs. No-furs. Up-walkers. She’d only seen one in person a time or two. Monstrous things, tall-ugly-loud- stupid—Koda left her for those—“It took time to heal, to escape. Please, sister. I swear, I looked.” Sister. She was his sister. Small. Scarred. Rearranged now. Not Yoko. Not Yoko, we are not Yoko. And still she was, somewhere. Blink. Koda was a kit again. Her eyes darted all over him, and when the crow cawed again, she only lashed her tail. ”You… were captured.” Her voice was hard. Deserted. Left. Abandoned. Captured. Wounded. Lost. A large, loud part of her raged against the violation of all she had known the majority of her life. A small, quiet part of her yearned for her brother, for the gentle family that existed in another life. ”Is…” She struggled with the words. Her head lowered as she stepped forward. ”Is Karuma alive too? Did he look?”
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Post by shy on Nov 23, 2023 19:50:11 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, The she-cat's expression and voice shifted again. It was hard to read her, to know if her next words would be frightening or not. His story seemed to have calmed things down, but she'd turned from friendly to angry to... this... so fast. His head spun trying to catch up. " I don't know. I haven't seen any of us since that day." Not for a lack of trying. "But he might be! He could be looking now. Or he could... it was a bad night. I don't know how many of us made it." Both of them had, by some miracle. How likely was it that Karuma had also survived? " Have you... seen anyone else since that night? From our family?" From her words earlier, it seemed she'd looked. And she hadn't mentioned anyone else, but he couldn't help it. He had to ask.
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Post by Jaecarys on Dec 5, 2023 9:19:09 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1104987801327521812/sketch1669902049605~png mature warning: scratch uses foul languagescratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
“I don’t know,” Koda said, and her ears swiveled back. “I haven’t see any of us since that day.” An unbidden growl rumbled in her chest. Gone. Left you. “But he might be!” Was her dear brother frightened of her? Trying to placate? Was he a liar? “He could be looking now. Or he could… it was a bad night. I don’t know many of us made it.” He paused, and her eyes narrowed. “Have you… seen anyone else since that night? From our family?” She straightened, laughed, the sound too light for the sharp shine in her eyes. ”Karuma lives,” she said. ”There were burial mounds when I crawled out from under a rotting body. They smelled of his claws. He buried them and left me. Left dear baby sister to bleed and slumber with torn flesh for a den. Left Yoko to die.” Her bitter smile turned dark, voice shaking with tension. ”No… Silly question. Silly me. He doesn’t look. Doesn't care. Not like my new family!”Dead! Deserved it. He deserved it. Betrayal. Anyone can betray anyone. Scratch tilted her head as a crow’s wings fluttered up high, feathers ruffling. ”Mother is dead. Did you know that? I watched that. Cut down like a stalk of grass in the way.”
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Post by shy on Dec 6, 2023 18:51:46 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, Kurama... lives? The fleeting joy of knowing his brother was alive out there somewhere was scattered as Yoko continued to speak. How horrid. The thought of being buried alive, of crawling out... Koda closed his eyes and tried to still the churning in his stomach. And she continued, their mother was dead. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes. He knew there was a chance she had died, knew there was a chance everyone else had died, but not knowing for sure had afforded him hope. Hope that was now dashed. " I'm sorry. I'm sorry you lived through that, that you had to see that." His words were soft, weakened by grief. If only he'd turned around, checked for her before running. But then, would he have died? Would it have put them both at risk. Her words sunk in. Some he hadn't paid much attention to earlier. He opened his eyes again long enough to look at her. " New family? You have a new family?"
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Post by Jaecarys on Jan 22, 2024 10:50:15 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1104987801327521812/sketch1669902049605~png mature warning: scratch uses foul languagescratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
Scratch hadn’t forgotten the way the grief that flickered across his face felt. She remembered crying for them, until the festering love and hurt boiled down into acidic anger and hate. "I'm sorry,” her brother said softly. Brother. How strange that was. “I'm sorry you lived through that, that you had to see that." Her face was hard, and she shivered, as if the cold were just now getting to her. She hadn’t felt small in a long time. She felt so small now—angry—afraid—lost—sad—angry, angry angry.His eyes opened. Eyes like hers. Something seemed to dawn on him. "New family?” Draeth. “You have a new family?" Right. “I did,” she said, tone starting light before it descended into barely controlled fury. “They’re all dead now, like all of you. They deserved it. My new father fixed me after he helped me see—all the time, telling me you abandoned me when he—he was going to fucking give me away—did he know the truth? About you?”Left. He left he left he left he left they left—The crow cawed. ”No! They took him,” she snarled at it. ”He didn’t leave.”Her eyes snapped back at Koda, and her head tilted. How strange to happen upon him, when she’d turned her old life into a dream, one shattered by Karuma’s fucking idiocy, his abandonment. ”I hated you,” Scratch said. ”I hated you all so much that I seared it into my soul. I held onto it even as everything else faded away.” She had tried to suspend her family in the amber of her hatred. But her hate wasn’t enough to keep their faces. One day came that she couldn’t recall their mother’s name. She lost the shade of her eyes, the cadence of her voice. She forgot the way a smile traced a path over Koda’s face. She forgot Karuma’s laugh. What had her father smelled like? One day, she couldn’t remember what love was at all. Draeth replaced them. Quill. Suki. ”That family,” she spit, voice tightening, intensity bristling through her, ”carved me up and put me back together, made me forget everything but how much I fucking hated you before they betrayed me too. I tried so hard to remember my name, brother—I tried, I tried! Yoko. I was Yoko. I was Yoko.”Her breathing was hard, and she stepped closer to Koda, her eyes wide, bright, and desperate to understand. To be understood. ”But the time rolled by.” The words were remote. ”And when I have lost everything that made me who I was, what does a name mean, anyway? Scratch is just fine.” She stopped barely a pace in front of Koda, head tipped up toward him. ”But here you are. A piece of who I was.”
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Post by shy on Feb 6, 2024 19:12:42 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, Oh how quickly this conversation changed between sweet and sad and scary and every other emotion in-between the three. Koda listened as best he could, concerned and confused about this 'new father' and being given away or taken? His heart felt torn into shreds as she looked right at him and said she hated him. How could she hate him? Hate him more than anything else? Hate him so deeply and intensely? Koda had only ever loved her, wanted to see her again. It was clear she was struggling, and Koda felt just as lost. How could he help her? Could he? Or was it too late to reunite? " I'm so sorry Yoko, Scratch, whatever your name is. It doesn't matter, a name is a name. But you're my sister. I still love you. I know I wasn't there for you, I wish I could have been." He couldn't give up on her, not so easily. Not after searching for so long. " I'm here now. We both are. I've been trying to live as our family did, carry the memory and traditions. We could do it together? If you want?"
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Post by Jaecarys on Apr 18, 2024 10:23:38 GMT -6
scratch | | they say i'm savvy for my age and savage as any devil. but at least i'm no imposter strapped in jesus sandles. take what i want, take what i need, and do it all with dignity. say what i want, say what i need, and i don't need you to agree. |
“I’m so sorry Yoko—” —she sneered— “Scratch, whenever your name is. It doesn’t matter, a name is a name.” Is it? “But you’re my sister. I still love you.” Love? What the fuck is love, even? “I know I wasn’t there for you, I wish I could have been.” If wishes were prey, she’d be full for seasons. “I’m here now. We both are. I’ve been trying to live as our family did, carry the memory and traditions.” Green eyes narrowed. “We could do it together? If you want?” Scratch blinked a few times. ”Together?” Her voice was small again. Childish. She felt like a child. She always did, didn’t she? An angry, scorned, abandoned child. Broken and clawed and alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Her head tilted—more like twitched—to the side. Her face warped with emotion, eyes filling. ”All anyone has ever done is hurt me, brother. Will you do that too? Will you hurt me?”Safer alone. She was safer alone. But so, so lonely.
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Post by shy on Apr 18, 2024 17:32:04 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/53/81/70/538170ee19502398715b525f88738f14~jpg koda, Were his words reaching through to her? Her expression changed as he spoke, from sneering to soft but sad words. Who'd hurt her so deeply? Wounded her so much? Cats could be cruel, he'd learned that at a young age, but he could tell she'd been through worse than he'd ever want to imagine. " Yes, together. I'd never hurt you, not intentionally. We're siblings. We're blood, we're family." It wouldn't be easy, traveling with a cat who seemed to change her mind with each heartbeat. But it would be worth it, wouldn't it? To not be alone? " We could travel together, like our family did. Set up temporary camps, move with the changing of the seasons. Wouldn't that be nice? No fighting, no borders, just us and anyone else who'll join." She was lined with so many scars, how much had others hurt her? Koda did his best to ignore the next thought, how many had she hurt?
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