[Siffleur doesn't like that there's no sky or ground or anything around him except other people. It's making all his hair stand on end and his tail has puffed up all over. There's bodies everywhere, and he can smell Nepeta's blood, unsure if she's alive or dead. He smells Valdis, Ava, Jack, all his friends, even a few enemies in here. His paws hurt so badly - he's been ignoring the burns best he can but without the ability to heal them away, he's becoming more and more sore and tired. There's blood soaking into his muzzle and his fur, and there's meat in his belly from where he bit and tore at Malin.
And then he smells her: Friday. His head jerks up. There's no mistaking her. She might not have the human form he's used to, but he knows that scent anywhere. It's her. He heaves himself up, stepping on people to avoid putting his paw on the nothing below him. When he spots Nepeta, he grabs her by the back of her prison uniform, dragging her over to where Friday is.
It's a relief to see that Friday is intact still, alive still. He slumps beside her, his back resting against part of her muddy body. His muzzle goes to Nepeta, nuzzling her a few times before licking her bullet wound, getting his green blood mixed with the red Malin left on his fur.
What happens next is beyond him. The others will make a wish, and he hopes it's a good one. All that matters is now is the rumbling purrs he makes to let Friday know how happy he is to see her again. They didn't deserve it, but she saved them all anyways, and he loves her for it. If there's anything after this, he'll be a better Mother - the kind she deserved from the start, the kind he knows he can be. After all, he's managed to be it for Nepeta.]
(an aside)
And then he smells her: Friday. His head jerks up. There's no mistaking her. She might not have the human form he's used to, but he knows that scent anywhere. It's her. He heaves himself up, stepping on people to avoid putting his paw on the nothing below him. When he spots Nepeta, he grabs her by the back of her prison uniform, dragging her over to where Friday is.
It's a relief to see that Friday is intact still, alive still. He slumps beside her, his back resting against part of her muddy body. His muzzle goes to Nepeta, nuzzling her a few times before licking her bullet wound, getting his green blood mixed with the red Malin left on his fur.
What happens next is beyond him. The others will make a wish, and he hopes it's a good one. All that matters is now is the rumbling purrs he makes to let Friday know how happy he is to see her again. They didn't deserve it, but she saved them all anyways, and he loves her for it. If there's anything after this, he'll be a better Mother - the kind she deserved from the start, the kind he knows he can be. After all, he's managed to be it for Nepeta.]