Little Black Cat
Her delicate pads were dusty, littered with the traveling gravel from all the places she had been. Chipped-off rocks were tucked tight between her aching claws and the worn-away skin bled with each step, trailing a thick, coppery scent behind her. It was dangerous but she wasn't exactly running.
Yoruichi bent to lick the blood from her heels. She didn't care to dwell on all the things she'd left behind. Wandering away to mull would defeat the purpose of even going away. Instead, she focused on the oozing metal tang and how she had no other means to clean herself.
The wind picked up. Yoruichi trembled. She skirted a bush, pulling low beneath the branches for a shrouded spot.
Loyalty wasn't rewarded much these days; her current state was proof. To live as an animal, snuggled in shrubbery—She caught herself, tail twittering leaves at their bases. With this much on her mind, it was best to settle in.
Her little black body curled in upon itself. She did not shut her eyes.