Cold-hearted Revenge...

  Wind whistled and howled through the dark night. Crickets sat, unusually quiet. The trees blew in the wind. The sky was starless...cloudless...moonless...Where was everyone? Where was anything? What was going on?

  Suddenly, yowls erupted from the forest and a calico she-kit came darting, as quick as lightning, out of the bushes. Many black shadows were following her. Some bigger than others. The calico's ears were pinned to her head, and her tail was tucked between her legs, but she pushed herself forwards. Faster...Faster...Faster...She had to get away. She just had to.

  Vicious snarls and feral growls kept breaking every silence. "Get her!" yowled a tom-cat. "She's getting away!" yowled another one. The kit pushed herself onwards until she tripped, tumbling and rolling a few tail-lengths further. The figures that had been chasing her separated into the shadows. First a large tom cat leaped at the kit, then others lashed out at her, slashing her fur off and slicing her open.

  Once they were satisfied, they each crept back to the shadows, leaving the small kit alone, abandoned, and severely injured. As blood pooled from her small body, she slowly pushed herself to her paws, a crazed look forming in her electric green eyes. The pupil in her right eye was dilated, while the other was as small as a claw tip.
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  Moons passed, and a small figure leaped lithely out of a dumpster near a two-leg-place, some kind of two-leg food in her jaws. As she looked around, she pelted off into the shadows, disappearing to a small clearing that was inhabited. On the calico's pelt were scars, scratches, and bites, but they were near transparency because the three moon old cat now had luscious fur.

  As she finished her fresh-kill, she looked up, a familiar crazed look in familiar electric green eyes. This was the same she-kit that was nearly killed by other loners. The same she-kit who had lived by a whisker length. This was the one and only calico kitten, that was also a loner, that was known at Schizophrenic, and she was out for revenge. Cold-blooded revenge.
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