Username: Nedbit
Cat Name: Foxbelly
Gender: Male (he/him)
Rank: Hunter
Clan: BarleyClanAge: 2yrs
Prompt:Foxbelly sees the world as a dangerous, bright, and terrifying place. The bright flashes of lights through the trees, the constant and fast movement of the clan, it’s sickening to him. Even slow and calming places like the forest in the dead of night are dark, unknown, and overwhelmingly quiet. His clanmates look like blurry faces to him, a mix of browns, blacks, whites, and greys. Ever since he failed his scout training by completely missing the Scout Lookout and wandering off on his own, he figured he was useless, and a burden to his clan. No one in his clan felt that way, he was one of the biggest balls of energy in the camp, but Foxbelly didn’t see that as helpful. He wanted to be a scout, a healer, something that made a difference in his clan. But he couldn’t see the herbs, he couldn’t properly scout, and he could barely make out the outline of prey.
But alas, Foxbelly could hear, and boy could he ever hear well. He can hear the small movements of the squirrel in front of him, its small heart pitter-pattering. He can hear the birds chirping to signal morning, and the howl of coyotes to signal night. Foxbelly could hear his clanmates and with each of their unique voices, can make his own picture of what they look like in his mind. His hunting mentor helped him understand hunting in a way where all Foxbelly has to do is listen, and he absolutely loves it. Foxbelly goes near the streams around the camp, and for once doesn’t have to worry about falling in. He can hunt for fish by waiting to hear their sudden splashes in the water while being on guard for any bears letting off their snarling and huffing sounds.
After training himself on using his ears and ears alone to properly function, he simply does not understand how his clanmates can deal with senses like smell, hearing, and sight all at once. Every time he opens his eyes, he can see out his left eye, but his right eye makes everything skewed, blurry, and too bright for him to comprehend.
So every day, Foxbelly closes his eyes. He removes the stress of having to see everything and nothing at the same time, and he listens. He listens to the coyotes, the murmur of his clanmates, the singing birds, and the movement of prey.
The world may look dangerous, terrifying, and bright, but it sounds so full of life and excitement, and Foxbelly wants to hear all the world has to offer until he has to leave it behind. (439 words)
