The Fallendusk Tales (2) (private!)
I wonder why they never nuzzled me.
Maybe because I’m timid enough to become a dumb klutz.
It doesn’t have to be that way though.
I’m always up to treat rouges in need, but kittypets are yucky.
I barely had a visit from my siblings.
I think they’re happy that I’m not with them anymore.
Its just how life is. You hate, you laugh, you lie.
But theres hope at the top on everything.
“Chai!” I groaned and got up.
“Stupid forest cats again scarred me!” Someone groaned too.
By the way, thats Rac. Lets call him Rack though, like that twoleg thing I saw on the ground one time.
Rack is one of the rouges who keeps on trying to hunt prey in the forest without a tough guy.
Lets also call Rack a “Jerk”
I happened to see a twoleg say that.
So Rack Jerk got pounced on a forest cat again..
Lets call him “Mouse Dung Rack Jerk”
“Not right now, Rack Jerk.” I grumbled. I reaches for my mixture and put it on the wounds.
Mouse Dung Rack Jerk grumbled at me too and walked off..
what a day!
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