QuotationMarks stared to look at the water, Her reflection was still, the Black tabby slashed at the water, still managing to catch a fish. She growled. her mother hated her, and made her this way, cold, mean, and heartless. her long claws raked the ground, leaving deep scars in the ground, like her mother did. Most cats were happy and had sleek, shiny, well groomed fur, QuotationMarks was the total opposite, she was cold, dirty, and her fur was clumped and matted. Cats stared at the Black she cat like she had two heads, but QuotationMarks ignored those glares, and went on doing her business, attempting to make friends. Ha, fat chance, everyone ran away from her, so it seemed, She was like the Satin of her clan, the gateway to hell, but she liked being alone, it made her feel Good.
We're Dying over Broken Dreams
- xXDarkened DreamsxX
- Closed
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