the dark gray loner leaned her head down, her jaws about to wrap around my throat. i struggled to turn my head away, fearfully thinking, is this the end?
and when the sharp teeth were at most a whisker-length away, i did the only thing i could do.
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.·:*¨ 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ° mud ¨*:·.
Fanfiction.·:*¨ 🌺 ¨*:·. ╲⠀╲⠀╲ ╲ ⠀ ╲⠀╲⠀❀ ⠀ ╲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀❀⠀ ╲⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✿ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀✿ mudkit is burgeoning. ❝ i'm lighter when i'm lower, i'm higher when i'm heavy. ❞ warnings: mentions of blood, death, pain, and 'forcing cats to have kits'.
