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    It is frightening what a little time can do, twisting happiness into an anguish that weighs heavy on the heart, unbearable yet never can you muster enough strength to try and change anything, struggling to perform the most simplistic of tasks. Everything seemed to crumble around them yet it all seemed too fast for their mind to comprehend as well, a mixture that confused and angered, a rage that festered under the skin, always present in every action and word, echoing through it all.




    The morning had come and gone, yet the cave lion had spent it curled up in the old bed that dominated a small back room in their home, hidden by the folds of a blanket, struggling to find the strength to lift them self. Everything seemed to ache, a slight, yet insistent, throbbing that began in the joints only to spiral out into their limbs, building in the chest until each breath was labored and heavy. Long hours passed like this until hungry found a way in, sharp stabs of pain that rolled through their stomach, seeking to be noticed, the only thing that might have possibly driven them from the bed, a huff parting their lips as they pushed the blanket aside.




    Slipping from the bed they stood upon rubbery legs, the urge to simply collapse and curl up on the dusty floor a hard thing to fight but they found a way, small shuffling steps drawing them forward, the wooden floors creaking beneath their weight. They had experiences of such a sudden drop before but it hit them hard each time, the first few days the hardest as they struggled to once more find some glimmer of happiness, hope that this would all end.




    With a heavy sigh Isena flopped upon their belly into the overgrown yard, twirling a single blade around one of their claws before their paw fell once more, their previous hungry seemingly forgotten as they watched the world pass them by, barely registering the presence of those who occupied the village.

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    Marius' obnoxious voice cut through the quiet and peace of his clanmates' distant chatter. The young calico was standing in front of isena, head held high, his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a half scowl that almost seemed permanent. He was watching the feline in front of him with a scrutiny is gaze, his nose scrunched up almost in disgust. He held an air of superiority that shouldn't have belonged to a kitten.




    "You're a warrior, right?" Marius asked them, "you should be hunting, or training or something. I would, but I can't. With a snort, he sat down.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]he hissed at Marcus. shut your trap, little boy! I don't care if you're a child or not, or if I'm not your parents, I will whoop your ass! he snapped. Looking at isena, he shook his head. dont listen to him, he should take a nap, he's a bit too grumpy. he would grumble, his single eye glaring down at Marcus. Sighing, he shook his head. This kid wasn't worth losing his temper over. youre allowed to rest whenever you want.

    A tiny she kit the color of snow with black rosettes that stood in stark contrast to her otherwise white pelt padded into the cave and saw the cave lion. Her large violet eyes, alight with curiosity padded over to the prone form.


    "Are you dead?"

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    For a few seconds they contemplated making an attempt to explain depression, that a stone weighed heavy on their heart and their stomach churned, always threatening to bring up what little they had eaten, pain sharp claws digging deep into their brain, seemingly trying to tear it apart. It was not a pleasant sensation to deal with and yet they had neither the energy or interest in trying to change things, finally they decided against it, such a thing not something they would even have the words to properly explain.




    "Uhh thank you but it's okay, just... having a bad day," a shaky smile was brought to life as they turned to Sodapop, thankful that they weren't alone with Marcus now though it would have been better if they were alone, maybe some company would lift their spirits. "W-no, I'm not dead, just resting a bit." Surprise ringed through these words, melting into laughter as they turned to the third, and last, intruder, rubbing their chin.