When I Return
When I return would you greet me or would you attack…
When The Great Fall
A great friend of mine died....my brother told me maybe writing would help this maybe be last story for crooked tooth he has come a long way become so strong only to fall.....…
mentally broken
sorry got lazy and stopped writing…
One life ends another begins
One life has ended but one is just beginning what will happen to a small kit on his travels to find a true home and protect the ones he loves.…
my protector
warning:I have a terrible memory so if I get something wrong sorry but anyway here we go…
my pain in the cold rain
the rain it came down hard on my tiny body pounding on my bruises making them worse. but I keeper walking almost limping I looked like a Skelton some stayed l was starving of course I looked like that. yet I told my self I don't look that bad I'm fine keep going keep walking......night fell the rain pounding down almost trying to beat me i could not see it was to dark the moon light had been blocked by the storm. my paws felt something cold under them I looked down seeing hard ground I quickly looked behind me. I heard a loud crack something breaking my jaw....I was hit off thunder path really all i remember was the pain I will never forget it.....that sound. I tried to scream but couldn't I never felt this pain before re so strong I could not breath. I gasped for air only to cough blood I tried to calm my self I would die if I freaked out then everything went black....I woke up the next morning. it was still cloudy...more rain softer this time almost cleaning my wounds.…
alone for as long as I remember
I was not always alone my family I only knew her as mother I could never see her she kepped me hidden I always asked "mommy. when can I go out with brother she"she try her best to ignore that I was even there one day she spoke to me. mother:me and the family are going out you are staying here bad kits don't get to go out* but...I was a good kit they made me feel like I weren't. maybe if I stayed she realize I was a good kit they Love me I was barley feed dad was never there and when he was he beat me. days went bye no one came back for me I was scared Hungary cold I had no choice but to steal from other clans. I grew up alone for many years I stayed in that abandoned clan I really never left when I did it was for food I thought they come back......they always said it was because I was different.…