Blake's Darkest Day (ask please)

If one were to walk into the HIVE common room, everything would seem relatively normal. No one cleaned off the table, no one bothered to empty out the garbage, and everything was as it should be. Until you looked next to one of the main chairs. There was a relatively destroyed sheet with minor movements within it. There was a soft, low mewing coming from inside.

Anyone who looked at it from the right angle would notice Blake's drooped ears as she stared down at her little cat toy. Batting it around softly, she was trying to ignore everything around her. It had been hard enough dealing with the transition to normal life, and it seemed to be getting to her.