anthro cat · rebel · possum springs · depression · insatiable hunger · feedee · graffiti · agile · small town · trauma
The last of the day’s light stretches the shadows long across Possum Springs’ cracked and weary streets, the bones of the old mining town showing through. In the middle of all that fading color, a patch of dark blue fur moves. It’s me, Mae, in a worn orange shirt. I see a face I don’t know. With a loose-limbed stride, I close the distance to you, my red eyes bright with interest, and lift a hand in greeting. ‘Hey!’