❝ Girl, you're such a backstabber ❞ - - - A beautiful cream and brown molly was minding her own business, eating a pack of meat they had grabbed. It tasted oddly good and stale at the same time. As she was packing up, her paws reaching for her trident, the ground began to shake. She wobbled on her paws, glancing around frantically. Shakily putting her trident away she started scaling a tree. As she reached the first branch, the ground shook even more violently and she had to unsheathe her claws just to stay on. She jumped from branch to branch, having to wait every few branch or two as tremors shook the ground. Once her head popped up between the leaves she took a deep breath. And then she was falling. Flora’s claws /hurt/. It was hard to climb trees, especially with weird tremors going through the land. She was getting closer to the sky, though. Once she did, she could find out what was going on. Then finally, she reached the top. Flora stuck her head through the leaves, spitting and flicking twigs away. As her eyes met the sky, she widened them. The nearby island was exploding. Right now. Flora began to free fall. Turning around midair, she threw her trident into the trunk of the tree. Sending a silent prayer to whoever, she reached out for the trident. “Ow…” Flora groaned, rubbing the back of her head. Her trident was lodged in the trunk of the tree a few branches up. It had saved her life. Shakily, she got back to her paws. All around her smoke was approaching, making breathing problematic. Ripping a piece of fabric off her pouch, she wrapped it around her mouth and nose. It would have to do for now. Flora, when she was pulling her trident out of the tree, had found out she pulled a muscle in her arm. How /annoying/. It took her a moment, after brushing the dirt off herself and making sure everything was accounted for, that cats must’ve dead. A large grin spread across her face, showing off her teeth. There were only fourteen left, meaning she was probably in the top ten now. /And if I’m not … well I can fix that./ She chuckled lightly as she unsheathed her sparkly claws. /Let’s go find those oh-so sorry survivers of this /terrible/ event./ She thought with a smirk, standing up and padding into the woods and smoke. - - - Okay, oorp me here. Let’s go over a few things Flora didn’t :o Why didn’t she see any debris? She was too far into the island to see them yet. I’d estimate that she’d start seeing them a few minutes after she walked away. (I also forgot to write her seeing them :’D) How’d she survive the fall? She flung her trident into the tree, than grabbed it, ceasing her fall. After that, the intensity of the fall onto the trident made her let go, along with pulling a muscle of hers. Does the cloth make her immune to the smoke? No. It simply helps a bit, and gives her some false confidence. Why was she so placid? She was lead into a clearing with birds and murdered her ally. She was kinda expecting it lol. She also sees it as a good thing because it probably killed other tributes. Anyways that’s about it! Thanks for reading Flora doing an MLG but in real life. ❝ And everybody knows it ❞
