04-04-2018, 12:43 PM
Bee, herself, was normally trapped inside. She hated it, but it was how she lived. It was as simple as that. The honey glazed cat wasn't exactly in the best condition ever, so she had to play it safe in order to make it through life. As terrible as it was, she was no quitter. She was going to live as long as her aching body held her anchored to this earth. So. That begs the question. Why was she walking down a path with pollen as plentiful as oxygen in the air? ... She wasn't sure. Her allergies were not that fiery as most, anyways. It was one of the things she was safe from.
The young feline inhaled through her mouth, consciously acting to keep her breathing calm as she spotted the other on the beach. Why was she out here all alone? That did not seem too smart. Bee hummed, tilting her head. She seemed... hurt... And... oh. She let out a breathy chuckle. That poor crab. Bee rolled her eyes, padding closer to the cub. You probably scared it. She retorted. It might have been mean to a big creature like... Kena... Kelly... Why couldn't people have normal names again (She thought having a name like Bee)? But to that poor crab, it was life or death. Poor thing.
Bee hummed, tilting her head. Most crabs normally hung on for dear life when they pinched someone. How strange that this one let go. The cat huffed, sitting down and flinging her bag off her shoulders. I should have some ointment in here somewhere. Its used, but it should still work fine if you're not infected with some like bacterial disease or something. The cat coughed. She sighed, resuming her breathing exercises. She blinked, digging through the bag. She cheered out in success as she tore out a small yellow container. She hummed, tilting her head, So... your not sick, are you? Procausions were needed. Sorry, cub.
"SPEECH"
The young feline inhaled through her mouth, consciously acting to keep her breathing calm as she spotted the other on the beach. Why was she out here all alone? That did not seem too smart. Bee hummed, tilting her head. She seemed... hurt... And... oh. She let out a breathy chuckle. That poor crab. Bee rolled her eyes, padding closer to the cub. You probably scared it. She retorted. It might have been mean to a big creature like... Kena... Kelly... Why couldn't people have normal names again (She thought having a name like Bee)? But to that poor crab, it was life or death. Poor thing.
Bee hummed, tilting her head. Most crabs normally hung on for dear life when they pinched someone. How strange that this one let go. The cat huffed, sitting down and flinging her bag off her shoulders. I should have some ointment in here somewhere. Its used, but it should still work fine if you're not infected with some like bacterial disease or something. The cat coughed. She sighed, resuming her breathing exercises. She blinked, digging through the bag. She cheered out in success as she tore out a small yellow container. She hummed, tilting her head, So... your not sick, are you? Procausions were needed. Sorry, cub.
"SPEECH"