Ducky's story line thread

[Ember Lily]

Suddenly my mother bit my snout, drawing blood, "GET OUT!" She screamed in my face, "I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR MISERABLE FACE AGAIN!" She continued, confirming my banishment.

 

[FlyingDoughnut]

i whimpered not wanting to leave but i knew i couldn't stay that much longer.

 

[FlyingDoughnut]

i knew i had to go but i didn't want to i looked back i felt guilty for what i did i started to walk off slowly

 

[NickyKnack]

About an hour into feeling sorry for myself. I scolded myself, "Stop your crying, if you don't snap out of this! You will starve! Then where will you be then? Feeding those buzzards, that's where." Feeling my reality check worked. I started to smell around for anything that was prey. There was something, FairStep smirked. When I caught this rabbit, it was all mine, no sharing. My stomach growled with the prospect. To which, I told it to shut up! We gotta catch it first!

 

[FlyingDoughnut]

i ate the rabbit i was the best rabbit i had in a while that i got all by myself

 

[NickyKnack]

Finally full, I decided to find a good spot to sleep for a few hours. I came a crossed some evergreens with a deep pile of dropped needles. Oh yeah, that will do, I thought to myself. After walking in three tight circles, I lay down in pine scented ecstasy. I breathe deep and close my eyes and drifted off to dream.

 

[FlyingDoughnut]

i went into dream land. i was running as fast as i could i barely could run fast enough i hid under the water

 

[NickyKnack]

Awaiting with a start. I looked around me for the imagined threat. But there was nothing there. The day had transitioned into dusk. I had slept far longer then I has intended to. The suns warm rays fading with it's last glow. I got up and shook the needles from my fur. Then stretched out my cramped muscles. Breathing deep, I could smell a change on the air. A cold front was moving in, possibly bring snow. I had to find better shelter and fast.

 

[FlyingDoughnut]

i walked fastly to find i shelter

 

[NickyKnack]

Coming up upon a rock face, I followed it hoping for a cave of some sort. It looked promising. There were a few places but none large enough for me to fit into comfortably. So I kept looking.