Her coat hung dully over her skeletal frame, having lost its shine moons ago. Her savior gone, the light of her life snuffed out and everything dull and not joyful. Her eyelids hung low over her amber oculars, emotionless gaze flicking here and there every so often. If Poison was dead, why hadn’t the skies called her home? He was supposed to be with her, dang it!
She allowed herself to sit up, head hung low between her shoulders, ears flattened to her narrow head. The pain in her stomach became a dull memory, maybe allowing herself a few nibbles of prey with her Provider gone. The Clan passed before her eyes, the moss in her nest having been changed multiple times, as if to tell her to forget he had even existed. The scent was gone, their secret ... stash.. having been undisturbed the few times she did force herself out there.
‘I brought you a mouse, Lichen.’ The cheery apprentice beamed, placing it in front of her gaunt form, just before she was called away by her mentor. ‘You’re welcome! Bye!’ The apprentice mewed, ducking her head and whirling around.
Her voice was gone, for what was the point in talking if they weren’t going to give you their utmost attention as if you were the only being in the world? Suddenly, she didn’t feel like eating. She could wait another day. She hooked the mouse in her claws, and in a rather childish and all-to-pitiful way, fling it across the den, watching it thwack against the wall and land with a mute soft thump to the floor.
Grunting, she turned her thin frame once in her nest and curled up, tail wrapping over her head.
Ignoring any calls for patrols or sharing tongues.