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The panther is not much for conversation when he sets his mind to, his silence more deafening than any gunshot. I'm almost offended to be around him at this point but he still has information I need. Plus I will admit that it's kinda cool to thin that I hang out with a panther, even if he is an ass. I don't miss his snorts or the flicking of his tail. I'm well aware that I can be rather irritating at times. I've just never given a damn. I am who I am. He can deal with it or leave. I jump off the cliff, almost not sure if he'll follow by this point but he does just that. Curiosity must still keep to cats then. As we walk into the cave, I didn't really expect him to say anything, let alone answer the questions he had brushed off so easily on the cliff. His sudden words cause me to pause, ears flicking back as more questions pop up in my head. "How can someone do that? Doesn't seem possible." I can tell he's eager to change the subject but that doesn't mean I'm going to hold back the words in my head. I've never been quite skilled in that department. I sniff at his words of me in his pack. "Well your pack must suck then." I offer back, the expression on my face that of a smug human child who must be sticking their tongue out in defiance. I continue along, the cave opening up and growing wider until we reach a basin and water can be heard more clearly now. The waterfall forks off at the top where you can't see it and some of the water empties into here, cascading down into its own mini waterfall in the cave system, right before our eyes. The pool is clear and cold. I know this from my summer swims. The plant life on the walls seem to glow in different shades of green and blue, lighting the room up as if the sun was turned on down here. It's quite beautiful. I take a seat at the pool, turning my head to him. "Do you ever wish things were different, that you had a different past, a different parent to raise you, a different outlook on life? I bet you wish you never met that cat controlling person." I smirk a little before shaking my head. "But seriously, I don't remember my parents. I don't have a face or a voice to picture in my head. No lullabies that sang me to sleep, no stories to keep away the nightmares. I only had the pack. I feel like a big chunk of my life has been missing for...well, as far as I can remember. I don't know who I am. Have you ever felt like that?" |