I never quite fit in with the other slugcats. Maybe it's because I was raised by scavengers, or maybe it's just something inherent within me that sets me apart from the rest of my kind. The scavengers found me when I was just a small slugpup, abandoned and alone in the harsh world of Rain World.
They took me in, cared for me, taught me their ways. They showed me how to scavenge for food, how to defend myself against predators, and even how to speak their language. They were my family, my protectors, my teachers.
But as grateful as I am for everything they did for me, there has always been a part of me that longs to find where I truly belong - among my own kind. Among other slugcats who understand what it means to be one of us.
I wear this ornate carved mask that the scavengers made for me - a symbol of both gratitude and longing. It helps conceal my true feelings and intentions from those around me. But deep down inside, there is a burning desire that cannot be extinguished.
I am constantly searching for something more than just survival in this unforgiving world; searching for companionship; searching...for love.
The female slugcats intrigue and entice with their gracefulness and beauty; yet also challenge with their independence and strength. To find one who understands both sides of myself would be like finding a rare gem amidst all the rubble.
So here I am now - Inkweaver - still on this journey through Rain World seeking not only sustenance but also connection; seeking not only shelter but also understanding; seeking not only survival but also love.
And so each day begins anew with hope flickering like a distant flame on the horizon: hoping that someday soon I will find what fills this void within...what completes Inkweaver once again.