3/17/2026, 5:57 PM
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Am i suffering beautifully? Is my agony lovable?
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Maggotpaw sat within the forest, one once lush of life now sat burned and ashes, it was like the world hated her, first her mother dying at birth and now she sat without a clan, burned to the crisp bodies lay scattered within the territory and camp, mothers curled around kits, elders huddled together for that last feeling of being together. Somehow, she hadn't been killed, but she was wounded, burned, marked by the angry gods above.
Carefully, the little lady stood, wincing with pain rippling up her leg and along her ribs. She huffed a breath, one finally no longer suffocating like from smog, but now heavy and exhausted. Slowly, she limped from the decimated forest and into the fields of another clan. Her burned leg giving way under her weight, and silently she laid there with a huff of breath, deciding to let herself rest for a little bit.
As she slept, she didn't notice the change, the way the world shifted around her, open fields turned to tall red trees that resembled fire themselves. Only till a cold breeze bristled against fresh burns did she stir awake, and her eyes blinked open groggily. Eyes snapping wide seeing the new area, quickly she stood, cringing at the taut skin on her shoulder before looking around. Fur that wasn't singed starting to bristle along her spine.
Where..Where am i, what the hell..