07-01-2024, 11:51 PM
Along the Hawit River system, a tiny pink raccoon had woken up completely alone. Surely after that nap, it had been enough time that Mama came back for them like she said she would've. Scrambling out of the little divot under some leafy plant, they chirped and chittered hoping Mama was nearby and just looking for their napping spot. But when they took a lot around, not another raccoon was in sight and in fact, her scent was staler than before. Their sounds turned sad and whiny, daring to step a little further from their safe spot to look even further. Even the smell of their siblings was old, not one of them was left with the pink one.
The sound of their little stomach growling made them suddenly very aware of the gnawing feeling, momentarily they stopped feeling so scared because they were so damn hungry. They looked around themselves, there were plenty of plants where they were, but nothing that looked...edible. No, none of this was bright blue or round things full of juice. A few bugs skittered around, up trees and under rocks, but those were far too quick for an uncoordinated and sluggish child. The raccoon kit whined, wobbling closer to the sound of running water, maybe something grew there for them.
On the way over, they caught the smell of something nutty. Nose to the ground, they sought out the potential meal, stumbling about until they found a nut half buried in the dirt. Jackpot! Tiny hands dug it up, and they grabbed it up quick between baby teeth. They waddled to the water, taking it in their tiny hands and dunking it in the water. Mama always did that, cleaning her food carefully. The little pink one was much less efficient, their paws were just too small to easily hold onto the nut and the water made it slippery and muddy. What made them really lose their lunch, though, was the BIG fish that splashed the surface and tried to grab it!
The raccoon squealed, falling back and scrambling away from the river, dirt and wood chips sticking to their fur and wet paws. They shook, tears welling in their eyes, looking like they might wail if something looked at it wrong.
The sound of their little stomach growling made them suddenly very aware of the gnawing feeling, momentarily they stopped feeling so scared because they were so damn hungry. They looked around themselves, there were plenty of plants where they were, but nothing that looked...edible. No, none of this was bright blue or round things full of juice. A few bugs skittered around, up trees and under rocks, but those were far too quick for an uncoordinated and sluggish child. The raccoon kit whined, wobbling closer to the sound of running water, maybe something grew there for them.
On the way over, they caught the smell of something nutty. Nose to the ground, they sought out the potential meal, stumbling about until they found a nut half buried in the dirt. Jackpot! Tiny hands dug it up, and they grabbed it up quick between baby teeth. They waddled to the water, taking it in their tiny hands and dunking it in the water. Mama always did that, cleaning her food carefully. The little pink one was much less efficient, their paws were just too small to easily hold onto the nut and the water made it slippery and muddy. What made them really lose their lunch, though, was the BIG fish that splashed the surface and tried to grab it!
The raccoon squealed, falling back and scrambling away from the river, dirt and wood chips sticking to their fur and wet paws. They shook, tears welling in their eyes, looking like they might wail if something looked at it wrong.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* I'M IN MY ROOM MAKING CARDBOARD CASTLES
(BECAUSE IF WE DON'T BUILD IT, WHO WILL?) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
(BECAUSE IF WE DON'T BUILD IT, WHO WILL?) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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