Tied to the post outside [satyr]

It was strange, having no memories. It made Joan cherish the new ones that she was making with Raidne all the more. Every morning that she awoke whole and well was a joy to the pale molly. Every piece of prey that Raidne hunted or scavenged was like heaven on her tongue. So many new flavors, so many new smells and sounds and sights, it was a rebirth that she had never expected. Or maybe she had. Joan didn't know- she didn't know anything prior to waking up on that beach. But she was making the best of the life that she had now. 

Sitting under a tall oak, Joan washed her face. She licked her paw and brought it up over the soft fur, cleaning out what traces of salt remained. It had been several days since she'd washed ashore and though they'd moved away from the ocean, Joan swore she could still taste it's salty tang. Raidne was gone- she'd told her to wait here under the tree where they'd slept last night. It was a comfortable place to rest. Moss blanketed the roots in a plush carpet, and while slightly damp, once a few layers of ferns had been put down on it it had made a nice nest. Raidne had taught her to do those things, and when Joan began it had come to her like second nature.

With a yawn Joan finished her long grooming session. It had been a while since Raidne left- when would she be back? Where had she gone? She hadn't told Joan, but Joan trusted the beautiful molly. She had been nothing but kind to her thus far. She was even helping her find her lost family. Maybe she had gone to search for scents? Or she could just be out hunting... Ideas whirled through Joan's head. She had quite an imagination for a cat who had seen so little. What if Raidne had met more cats and was bringing them back too? Maybe she caught a giant fish, like the ones she had told Joan about in the ocean, and needed help bringing it back? Oh the possibilities were endless. They made Joan want to go out and look for Raidne so bad. But she'd promised that she would stay put.

Besides, it wasn't as if Joan could do much to help even if Raidne had caught a giant fish. Her twisted leg made it difficult for her to move around for long periods of time. She clomped through undergrowth loud as could be when she did walk. They couldn't travel long without resting because of this. She just got tired so easily... Maybe it would get easier with time. Joan sighed and circled around in her mossy fern nest. She plopped down and rested her head on her paws, staring in the direction that Raidne had disappeared to and waited for her to come back.

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