Sequoia Coast empty flowers

wow he is adorable omg [mate]

She craned her neck to view him -- a filthy, ragged heap of flesh and bone. His fur damp and soiled -- the waft of pungent cat crude and overwhelming. He was small -- so woefully small -- and had Caiaphas not been keenly aware of the lynx's scent she would have thought him some lone wolf's castaway. He looked grossly uncared-for and nearly mangy in appearance -- her eyes trickled along the back of his neck where he seemed balding, to the shoulder where fur was dolefully dishelved and in some places absent.

She was not expecting him to so fully embrace her -- she hissed and immediately recoiled, her eyes white-rimmed with some savage agitation. But he was still there, as if clenched to her chest -- and for a moment she thought she could feel his heartbeat between her spindly sternum. His question was ludicrous -- yet no bemusement was exposed to her countenance. She peered at him then, noting the soft flush of gold that painted gently his juvenile features. "To a cat? I don't think so." She trilled, a snort issued in rebuke. She had no intention of extending any sort of kindness to him nor his family -- in fact, she had nearly entertained the idea of eating him.

She rose then to leave him, uncaring of his fate in the downpour. But as she turned she recalled that the Sound was woefully short of willing men -- and slyly she turned back with a new purpose in mind. She lowered her head once more, her jaws parted as a wicked smile unfurled across her ugly visage. "Sure kid, I'll take you home." With a cackle she did not wait for a response -- and instead positioned herself behind him in the hopes to clutch his tender and raw scruff in her mouth and carry him.