CW: death, sacrifice, bones breaking, separation, verbal degradation
Mori opened his eyes. Where was he? What happened? Oh. right. The bleach. Mori winced as he remembered his most recent death. As he sat in his carboard box in the gloomy alleyway he felt his throat burn, burn, burn. And then he blinked. And it was gone.
He had died. Again. And come back to life. Again. Why did this always happen to him. Oh well. He sprung his back legs which thankfully didn't hurt anymore and landed gracefully on the side of a trash can. As he jumped in he started looked for anything salvageable to eat. Mori wasn't picky. Anything would do. Half rotten meat, Some day old fish, an egg which was fully black and had some furry white fuzz on it. When you were a stray you had to make compromises. And besides, no owner or cat would not finish or throw out their cans of cat food. So you had to make do with what you got. You couldn't afford to be picky. As Mori grabbed the fish with his teeth and flung it over his shoulder he gagged. Ew. Oh well. You're a stray Mori. You have to make compromises. Mori chided himself as he gritted his teeth and jumped out of the dumpster.
As he made his way to the fish he noticed a kitten, calico and small, mewling for its mother separated on the other side of the street. As he ate the fish he couldn't help but to watch as the cat desperately tried to look for its mum on the other side of the busy road. As Mori watched he noticed that he couldn't see any cat either, at least not nearby.
He spat out his fish and made his way to the opening of his alleyway. The sunlight bathed him in warmth as he left the shadows of his home. Wow, he should do this more often. As he walked over to his side of the street he tried to coax the kitten to walk over the street, making sure there was no cars. At least the kitten could stay with him while he tried to find their mum. But before he could speak the kitten belted across the road. The busy road. And there was a lorry coming. "WATCH OUT!" Mori yelled as he ran across the road and pushed the kitten away. As he pushed the kitten away with his paws he felt and heard that deafening, unmistakeable SNAP of a spine breaking. The lorry had driven over him. He had saved someone. He had saved a kitten. A fellow stray. Then as his vision blurred he heard something that made he want to die. At least quicker.
A woman came across the corner and shouted, "Captain Calico, there you are!" The woman clipped a collar on the Calico and walked away. But not before he heard her say something else. "Ugh a black cat, nasty horrid thing. And roadkill of all things. Probably deserved it. Come on Captain. Lets get you a new scratching post."
As he heard the woman say that he felt tears prick his eyes. He wasn't a horrid thing. Was he? The woman's words echoed in his mind as he felt his eyes close for the last time.
Nooo cause why do I feel so bad for Mori. I'm literally the one who wrote it. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
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