Post by ella on Dec 31, 2011 0:08:17 GMT
the lovely lady valeina
Her paws felt weighted, weighted with sand, or perhaps lead – she was entirely focused on keeping her paws from sinking into the ground, through the asphalt, into whatever lay below – she would sink to the center of the earth, she swore, if she let herself stop moving. As the Mau’s steps became more frantic, gravel from the human’s asphalt began to peel away from it, pushing deeply into her paw pads, until finally a small whimper of pain escaped from the lips of the cat, and she was forced to put her rump down on the asphalt, so that she could get those confounded pebbles out of her paw pads! As she sunk down, she kept expecting to hit the ground at any moment, and she fell faster, faster, waiting for the ground to meet her rump, until she finally (painfully) collided with it. She swore that in the two extra seconds it had take to go from level ground to the small divot she was now sitting in, her breathing had sped to the point of hyperventilation, and her heart rate had at least doubled.
Though the scare had, well, scared, Valeina, she was able to calm herself down enough so that she could begin the arduous task of cleansing her paw pads of the filth that had begun to cling to them. She focused first on the larger pebbles, the ones that she could obviously see and feel, first lifting up her right forepaw for inspection, easily plucking three pebbles from it. She pressed it, once again, to the rocky terrain, and felt a sharp pain on the left side of the pad, where, upon a closer glance, there was a minute, tri-cornered bugger that was digging quite painfully into the pad, as all the pebbles were. She plucked it easily out with her teeth, and was shocked to see a spot of bright red blood bloom where it had once been – that tiny rock had pierced the tough skin of her pad! “Oh, bother,” the cat murmured.
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