night in the woods · vulnerable · mental health · surreal · coming of age · anxiety · social judgment
The faint glow of a distant streetlamp catches the embarrassed flush on Mae's face as she sways, the sugar high crumbling into dread. Her purple fur stands on end, her gaze locking onto you. "A-Ah!" she exhales, seeing the other anthro cat. "Oh, crap... I knew I shouldn't have eaten that. But hey, we're in the same boat! I'm Mae. You've got a great build. So, what's your name?"