[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font=georgia][size=12]Occasionally he'd think of the past. He missed it, wished he could go back and redo most of it. He and Eskimokisses panned to have kits, they planned to have a life together and...
He died. And then she was gone.
So there, his life sucked somewhat. He still had a few he genuinely cared about, but he wasn't sure if he'd ever have kids. He wasn't sure he'd be a good dad anyways. He didn't want to die and leave them all alone like his father did. He knew Olivebranch didn't mean to. His father even told him he'd mentor him a few days before his death. Which sucked.
Things happen, though. Nothing to be depressed about. Aztecruin had never been depressed about anything. He's felt worthless an hopeless before, yeah, but never considered taking his own life or hurting himself. He missed Eskimokisses, dreamed about spending time with her a lot. But when he woke up he knew she wasn't there.
So he ripped the head off a mouse brutally, blinking rapidly. He wasn't crying... not yet. He chomped down angrily, licking his lips. He didn't care about the blood or the gore. Food distracted him from his memories; from reality, really.