this is my entry for Azila's POV contest. The style is choppy and kinda weird, but if you think of it kinda like poetry...
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Cold. Cold and wet.
Hard to smell. Fur too wet. Lick, lick. Like drinking water, but from fur. Shake paws.
Find cover. Run, run, run. Limping. Ow. Paw hurts. Lick, lick, lick. Ow.
Climb. Small tree. Smells like squirrels. Dry. Not warm but still dry. Shake fur.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”
Man voice. Mean man. Hiss. Go away. Paw still hurts. Ow. Lick, lick. Ow.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Voice promises. Not stupid cat. Know mean man only ow. No promises.
“Come here.” Whistles.
Stupid man. Only dog comes to whistle. Dry in my tree. Safe. Hiss. Go away.
“Do you hate me too?”
Sad man? Ow. Hiss. Go away. Not stupid cat. Remembers.
“It’s warm inside.”
Pleading? Strange. Never done that before. Meow?
“That’s it. Come to daddy.”
Ow. No. Bad man. Hiss. Go away. Ow. Climb higher. Ow. Lick, lick. Big branch. Next to big squirrel tree. Hop hop like squirrel to big tree. Ow. Climb high in big tree. Lay down. Ow. Lick, lick. Blood on paw. Lick, lick.
“Aw, don’t be like that.”
Funny voice. Bottle in hand. Mean hand. Drink, drink. Funny voice. Bad man. Hiss. Go away.
Man leaves. Purr. Sleep now. Warm fur. Lick lick paw. Ow.
“Alright, you asked for it.”
Bad man back. Long stick in hand. Shiny. Bad smell. Death smell. Hiss. Go away. Climb higher.
Bang! Ow! Fire! Death! Screaming! Shoulder fire! Help! Falling. Twisting in air. Ow! Fire! Land on feet! Ow! Lay on ground! Help! Can’t move!
Footsteps. Help!
“Hey kitty kitty.”
Hiss. Go away. Ow! Fire! Help!
“I told you kitty!”
Hands. Pick up from ground. By back of neck, like mother. Only pain. Shaking. Ow! Fire! Help! Mrrow! Help!
“Hey you!”
New voice. Help! Mrrow! Help!
Man angry. Bad man throws. Ow! Pain! Flying through air. Good smell dumpster. Ow! Hard dumpster. Fire! Help!
Bad man running. Pain. Lay in puddle by dumpster. Blood smell on fur. Leg facing wrong way. Fire in shoulder. Death. Little meows, like lost kitten. Death. Fire.
Footsteps. No! No more! Ow. Try to run. OW! Fire! Pain! Death. Hiss. Go away.
“It’s okay kitty.”
New voice. Soft. Nice voice.
Mrrow?
“Oh my lord, he shot it.”
Whispering. Sad voice. Ow. Fire! Cold! Death.
Mrrow?
Soft hands on head. Hiss! Go away. Hands gone.
“Honey! Come here!”
Nice voice calling. Calling who? Bad man? No! Ow! Try to get away. Ow! Fire!
Footsteps. Fast. No! Run! Ow!
A gasp. Surprised voice.
“Is that a cat?”
Scared voice. Nice? Mrrow?
“Yeah.”
Nice voice. Soft hands voice.
“What’s wrong with its arm?”
“He shot it.”
Gasp. “What about the other paw?”
“Looks like a rope was tied around it at one point. See how the fur is worn off and the skin is all raw? He probably abused it at home. I think he shot it out of the tree. When he heard me, he threw it against the dumpster and ran.”
“We have to get it inside. I’ll get my vet bag.”
Vet? Vets are nice. Mrrow?
“It’s going to be okay.”
Nice people. Soft hands. Nice.

