Post by WITCH HAZEL on May 13, 2015 18:25:52 GMT -5
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by the stupidity of others
445 words OPEN nothing special
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Witch Hazel was bitter. She was a prickly pear, an unforgiving cactus, a feline who had a thorn in every side and who saw nothing but negative in the day-to-day. Others had learned to stay away from her. Never was a stray cat foolish enough to wander over to her Mill that knew her, and if they did not, they learned quickly to stay back. Sharp fangs, fast claws, and eerie eyes full of milky-white hatred. Her temperament burned through the air around her, filling others with a strange discomfort at even approaching the Rusty Mill. [break][break]
Today, Witch Hazel awoke at the time when sun reached her fur in the loft. The warmth brought her to consciousness, and her hunger drove her down below. To find the ground level, she would awake and use her whiskers along the floor to find the edge. Then she would creep along it to the left corner, where the floor was beginning to give out. She would slide-scamper down the ramp that had formed from the caving floor, and then give a small hop at the end to find the dusty floor. [break][break]
After finding the ground level, Witch Hazel would sit in a crouched position, waiting patiently for the sounds of scampering around her. When tiny paws were tempted to dart across the wooden floor, she would time her jump and angle her body appropriately. It would sometimes take hours, but eventually she would catch a mouse or two, and that would be enough to fill her for the day. Spare time was spent walking about the Rusty Mill, making sure she could find her way around with ease even after her loss of sight. [break][break]
Once she was content with her ability to make her way around the building, Witch Hazel would climb back up the ramp and to the loft, where she would pretend to survey the outside world through the only unbroken window of the building. It was dusty and mostly useless for any real sightseeing, but the blind she-cat found no problem with this. From a distance, her lurking shadow could be seen through the window, and it was enough to scare away most visitors. No sunlight passed over the northern face of the Mill, and so she waited until her body felt the air grow cold and the sun dip below the sky via the vanishing warmth, and then it was off to bed, for the cycle to repeat the next day. [break][break]
So it was today, as every day, that Witch Hazel at last pretended to watch from her window, as if life was doing nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing would ever happen. [break][break]
by the stupidity of others
445 words OPEN nothing special
Witch Hazel was bitter. She was a prickly pear, an unforgiving cactus, a feline who had a thorn in every side and who saw nothing but negative in the day-to-day. Others had learned to stay away from her. Never was a stray cat foolish enough to wander over to her Mill that knew her, and if they did not, they learned quickly to stay back. Sharp fangs, fast claws, and eerie eyes full of milky-white hatred. Her temperament burned through the air around her, filling others with a strange discomfort at even approaching the Rusty Mill. [break][break]
Today, Witch Hazel awoke at the time when sun reached her fur in the loft. The warmth brought her to consciousness, and her hunger drove her down below. To find the ground level, she would awake and use her whiskers along the floor to find the edge. Then she would creep along it to the left corner, where the floor was beginning to give out. She would slide-scamper down the ramp that had formed from the caving floor, and then give a small hop at the end to find the dusty floor. [break][break]
After finding the ground level, Witch Hazel would sit in a crouched position, waiting patiently for the sounds of scampering around her. When tiny paws were tempted to dart across the wooden floor, she would time her jump and angle her body appropriately. It would sometimes take hours, but eventually she would catch a mouse or two, and that would be enough to fill her for the day. Spare time was spent walking about the Rusty Mill, making sure she could find her way around with ease even after her loss of sight. [break][break]
Once she was content with her ability to make her way around the building, Witch Hazel would climb back up the ramp and to the loft, where she would pretend to survey the outside world through the only unbroken window of the building. It was dusty and mostly useless for any real sightseeing, but the blind she-cat found no problem with this. From a distance, her lurking shadow could be seen through the window, and it was enough to scare away most visitors. No sunlight passed over the northern face of the Mill, and so she waited until her body felt the air grow cold and the sun dip below the sky via the vanishing warmth, and then it was off to bed, for the cycle to repeat the next day. [break][break]
So it was today, as every day, that Witch Hazel at last pretended to watch from her window, as if life was doing nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing would ever happen. [break][break]
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