Snippet #2410881

Amethyst sat at the top of the tree, balancing precariously on the edge of a branch. Well, precariously, perhaps, for some. But not for her, no siree. For she had always been built small, light enough to perch on the thinnest of branches, agile enough to catch herself if she fell. She probably should have told her family where she was, but that dwould just defeat the purpose. The purpose of being alone, the purpose of getting her mind off things. Or trying to, anyways. It never seemed to work, try as she might. It was weird. Up until... a while ago... she had been perfectly capable of closing off her most disturbing thoughts. But, she supposed her most disturbing thoughts were much more disturbing now, since... Amethyst sighed and pushed the thought away. That wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all. No, she needed to stop thinking about that. She saw a slight movement in the brush below her tree. It couldn't be her family, she was pretty far in. Just as she was fitting an arrow into her bow, a rabbit sprang from the bushes. Amethyst let out a sigh of relief and released her arrow. She watched it zoom downwards, hitting its mark as though controlled by Avory's telekinesis. She had always prided herself in her aim. Amethyst smirked, willing herself into a more muscular form before springing from the tree, sticking the landing with ease. She returned to normal form, and picked up the dead rabbit. "Thank you little bunny," she whispered to the plump corpse. "Thank you for dying for us."