>>5886821Espurr has been out for several minutes by now. Slowly, they open their eyes, vision finding clarity as their purple pupils dilate. They can't muster the strength to move, but looking on at the chaos occurring before them, they get an idea of what happened.
A small line of red drips down their forehead, drying in their fur. Their head hurts in more ways than one, but the tension behind their eyes is a little softer than usual.
They've been left alone on the battlefield. Did anyone even notice? That's illogical, impossible. But their allies aren't even looking their way. Perhaps Espurr has made an error. A lapse in judgment. It might not be too late to correct your course, little cat...
But how? Hm.
