My past isn't nearly as heinous as my future...

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    Don't even look in his eyes
    He'll tell you nothing but lies.
    Look's like a cool drink of water
    But he's candy coated misery!


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    The small broad tabby tom pushed his way through the thick undergrowth, his icey gaze glaring further into the depth of the undergrowth, into the shadows. The kit bore scars along his thick pelt, few still bled though others from the past moon had quickly healed and were nearly beyond noticeable. Though handsome, even at his young age it was obvious the tom was beyond devious. His cold eyes betrayed no emotion, as if his own soul had been lost to the world.


    With a slight growl rather then sigh, the tom pushed his way further into the undergrowth. He had places to go, things to do, if only he knew where he would end up.


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    He's the devil in disguise
    A snake with blue eyes
    And he only come out at night
    If your feeling like you don't wanna fight
    You better run for your life.

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    As he licked the blood off his lips, he let out a soft purr, realizing his appetite was fulfilled, for once in two weeks. He burried the bones of the once live mouse, and sat there, memories flashing back to him, without warning.


    He woke up with a great shock, a loud beeping noise filling the house, a sound that he had never heard before. He tried to go back to sleep, but the beeping was too loud, and it kept going. "What's going on?" he asked himself, smelling the air for any hint of what was going on. "What is that smell?" he asked himself, smelling a pungent smell, a smell that meant danger. Next thing he knew, a red-orange flame burned down the door infront of him, leaving nothing left but dark black ashes that were still hot to the touch...


    His two different colored eyes showed pain, and grief, for he missed his owner terribly, who hadn't been as lucky to make it out of the fire. Cut it out, Romeo! he scolded himself, then snapped himself back to reality. Reality. He smelled the air, and smelled cat. He peeked his head through the bushes, and saw a Tom kit ahead of him, looking determined, and lacking emotion in his eyes. Romeo decided to stay where he was. Maybe he'll just pass by me. he thought to himself.