puddles
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Bones splashed through small puddles, making her fur clumped and an icky brown nearing her paws. The she-cat looked up at the one she called mother, a human. She saw this human as 'mother' because they were all she knew. Bones mewed as mother picked them up, speaking in their odd language. It sounded very strange and Bones purred.
"Momma! Look! My paws, their dirty!" Bones put her dirty paw onto mother's face and they swayed their head away. Why? She's only showing the dirty paws! Did she do something wrong?
Soon enough, mother began taking her into their big den. Nearing the bathroom, Bones realized what was happening. She started to push her way out of mother's warm arms. Her meows became long and helpless as the bathroom door swung closed.
"Momma! No! Please!" Bones hated the water. It's was cold and scary. She got it in her nose once and she started choking.
It hurts in her lungs as she started using her claws. The human said a word she knew, 'stop' which meant to not do what she was doing. In this case, clawing at her. But usually it meant to not brush her face against bottles that neared the edge of a counter or table. Then mother said her name and the young cat was showered with cold, no, freezing water. Her fur stuck to her like glue as mother patted her down, soaking her body with water and soap. Bones groaned deeply, keeping her eyes on ways of exit, but there was only a few.
Mother sprayed her down once more, get soap and mud off her all at once. Bones looked almost hairless! Soon, the kitten was wrapped into a towel then moved to a blanket. She sat there, chills running up and down her spine from the sheer breeze of the house. Mother took her to a basket with a pillow and soft blankets. Bones shivered, mewing at mother. Why? Why did Bones need a wretched bath? Because of her muddy legs? Bones licked herself dry before staring out the window. She'd only be outside with mother, normally on her walk to the kitty café. She'd met lots of cat there, none of them like her, of course. Bones was a special kitten. Born between the world of the living and dead. But, fortunately, her body stayed in the living. Flowers grew out of her showing bone crevices. And though she'd never seen the flowers before, she liked them. They looked between a rose and a Tiger Lily, though lacking in color.
As the she-cat stared out the window, many hours pass. Her eyes started to close and her brain showed her dreams that she could only wish, happen. And before she knew it, she was sleeping.
Summer Month: 2 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
