yea so poor poor truffle was created to be put into a death arena so here’s his reaction :DDDDDD /lh —— truffle’s entire heart shattered in his chest, and it was visible in his body. he crumpled over. what did the escort just say? did they— no, surely they didn’t. they couldn’t have. they— they did. truffle’s eyes, wide and fearful, locked onto his father, and the tears, the stupid, annoying tears that he knew would come were welling up in his eyes. his father’s eyes met his own, and there was nothing but fear and horrid, worried emotion sparking between the two of them. his name was repeated and this was when truffle knew he was taking far to long. the cream and brown tomcat stood up to his full height, straightening his head up higher and trying to keep a straight face, instantly failing as his tears slipped from his eyes slowly. he walked towards the stage, paw steps slow and careful, short tail drooping and eyes dull, tears streaming it hiver his straight face. as soon as truffle reached the stage, the escort smiled at him sweetly, though in truffle’s eyes, it was cruel, evil, and horrid. his heart beat in his ears, and he could hardly hear what they said next. “ truffle tremain, everyone !! “ this sparked something in truffle, and he lifted his head, looking out across the crowd silently, their silence comforting. he was picked. he was— he was picked. it seemed like it had been impossible. it sure had though !! how cruel life was, that way. END..
