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The difference between being seen or not. The difference between being someone and being no one. Being important or being a loner.
It was funny, many considered themself important. Yet, there was so many who considered themselves the same way. 'You could make a difference,' it was a lie. Transparency, you could be 0% or 100%. As far as he knew, there was nothing inbetween.
The reason for living? Make yourself 100% before you die. It was basics to him. Become someone. Become important. Stay calm. Make important decisions. Live to your max.
He had fell asleep late, staying true to the nightowl nature. His brown and black pelt blowing in the wind gently. The night sky above glowing a beautiful navy, stars shinning bright. He woke up early, woken by the sound of twolegs and shaking. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light, allowing him a blurry vision of his surroundings before a clear one.
He was in a cage, the white walls that surrounded him spoke so. His only visual of the outside was through the bar'ed window in the front. He was in a monster, on the back of one atleast. It was bumpy and caused him to hit his head a lot until he finally laid down. He mustve fell asleep outside of camp after hunting, only dreaming of his return.
A foolish mistake that would cost him.
//rushed + three first paragraphs dont make sense whoops.
-this would have taken place before Darkclan's arrival since I had originally planned for it to be that way.
-basically he fell asleep after hunting, dreamed of returning to his nest, and woke up captured by twolegs. He'll return tomorrow or in two days.
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