HUNTER - RAINWORLD

from light to rain, every damp cycle, you have been collecting food, eating, storing all of it in a shelter, hibernating, and then repeating. but one day, you were trotting around in industrial complex, and you felt the familiar rain drops, though soft, fall on your small body. you though, decided to test your luck and keep going. the worse that could happen was you’d die and wake up in a shelter, right? slugpups die, they don’t revive. you remembered that and quickly dashed of the rain, but you were too slow and the drops of rain forced you on the ground. is it all over..? you, surprisingly, weren’t dead. a larger, reddish slugcat was curled around your small form. your entire body felt sore. you were severely bruised up from the bone crushing, heavy rain. as the reddish slugcat noticed your soft blinking, they pushed a few blue ‘fruits’ they had gathered towards you. ’ are you . . . hungry . . ? ‘ they would speak up timidly. their voice was ruff and gruff, which didn’t match their words at all. ’ if . . if you don ‘ t like those , i could get you meat . . . ‘