[b][align=center][color=orange]The fame. The fortune. And the HollyWood sign. Now, some may prefer the idea of rich greens and tireless affection. Or living in a golden brimmed mansion, all pure gold. Even for the sweet rides, and the lavish buffets...
But No. Here, i'm not talking about HollyWood in those dreams. If you really want to know. You must wake up, because in this Story, Hollywood is an all pure feline. Surely enough, she wasn't just any feline either. A carefree loner to be exact. And even more. She Preferred danger on the breakfeast table, and willed an adventure by night. OtherWise, she wouldn't know what to do with herself. And one she doesn't know what to do with herself, she's searching for drama. And when she's searching for Drama, she finds it alright.
Sometimes, she thinks her long history of adventure and drama came from her expeirance as a troubled kitty-pet. Wich unfortunatly lead to spending the night sheltering in a cardboard box on the doorsteps. MeanWhile, that one...special...unforgettable night of terror had guided her to have the adventure she's always craved for. Wich soon also she also found herself her own odd hobbies. Much better than playing with a ball of string until it gets wrangled around you paws, or mocking the goldfish in it's bowl.
Because now, This was the life she had made it. A carefree loner, adventuring on her own misguided paws. Doing what ever, where ever, she simply pleased.