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 forwards, kicking up dirt and dust from the cold hard ground with his paws. He ignored the heat of the sun on his pelt, his icey eyes glaring forwards farther then they could see. Scars coated his pelt though many had grown to be extremely unnoticeable during the past moon, while new ones had seemed to appear, one along his shoulder still seeping blood, though lightly enough that the kit could ignore it. His shoulder rolled in a steady rhythm as he moved. Most would have thought he were an older apprentice, not simply a kit who had previously turned 6 moons. Being large even at his young age the kit was intimitating. He had learned to be, he had to. There had been no other way to live but to have become at fearful as what he feared most, and that before had been a list of things. Now those things meant nothing to him, he lived a new life, and he lived by new words. The only way to know longer fear is to become more fearful then fear itself. At first, it had simply been words he had caught in the air, as if he were being spoken to by an unseen cat. Though now he knew those words were meant for him, they were him.
With a slight growl rather then sigh, the tom continued to move. He had places to go, things to do, there was no turning back. Yet the more he thought about he was barely moving forwards. His paws had carried him through endless territories, and now to the middle of a strange desert. There was nothing for him here nor anywhere, but he needed somehwere to start off, to become what was most feared. If only he knew what would one day become of him.
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He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
If your feeling like you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life.