The Pain Is Gone

The pain is gone…

indie rp: you’re either pissed off that no one’s replying or pissed off that you have too many drafts to do.

soulmate au where your skin doesn’t register any feeling until your soulmate touches you.

🌙 ;; ( another...cat..? )

                CORNER OF TIERS twisted with a pang of disgust bubbling up from the pit of his stomach. straightening his spine, he cast a glare across the field to the youth that was leaping and frolicking about after a fluttering insect. ❝Fuckin’ twolegs strayin’ all the way out here…❞ he muttered, clutching the pitchfork tightly as though to mean business while making his way around the crops and toward the dirt road. he only made it a few steps before his lips peeled back to reveal an array of ivories but most interestingly CANINES that pointed sharper than the rest.                 the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he felt every FIBER in his being twist with territorial instinct. ❝Ya got a better reason for being here or are you just here t’ chase butterflies?❞ there was little room to speak, ❝You better get lost before I change my mind and rip your throat out,❞ it wasn’t necessarily HIS place to claim but he certainly deemed these acres of land as his own. the next town was miles apart from here and at first, it was a curious matter why a HUMAN would drift apart from civilization but a stray cat was a different story.

dull fingernails dig down into the soft , warm blades of grass. the butterfly lands on a wild daisy , and the small body , which had not moved once since laying eyes upon the bug , suddenly launches up and swipes with both hands , clapping loudly as he tries to catch it but winds up missing by a mere inch. atticus lands on all fours and twists around to chase after the butterfly again , small mewls bubbling out of him. 

                         it’s only when he hears the unexpected                          sound of crunching footsteps and a stern                          voice that he comes to an immediate halt.                          he nearly trips over his own feet , head sn-                          apping to the side with a startled squeak.                           the butterfly escapes unscathed.

atticus regards the newcomer nervously, thin brows knit deeply in rising fear. he... had no idea he’d been trespassing. and not only that , but ----- this stranger might appear quite human , just as he did , but atticus knew better than that. his instincts always spoke loud and clear on being able to identify other cats...and he definitely sm- elled like one. which only brought more panic into the bottom of his belly. cat’s were serious about their territories...and atticus really didn’t want to get into any fights today ;; or worse , be killed.

                           swallowing , atticus shrunk away from                            the other , lowering his head submissively.

❝ i ----- i am truly sorry , i...didn’ know                         da’ i was t-trespassin’.... 

although it cannot be seen from beneath his colored contacts , atticus’s slit pupils have become fully dilated. he sits with legs folded under him , spine curved tight , muscles tense like he’s about to pounce on something.

                        and that something just so happens                         to be a fluttering yellow butterfly. it’s                         bright colors and quick movements                          have captured the cat’s attention to                          the highest degree , and his head                          follows where ever it goes , to each                          flower it lands upon. he wants to ca-                          tch it. oh god does he want to catch it.