A cats journey home

A cats journey home

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Once upon a time there was a a cat the cat had eyes that made all kind know what the shadows inside of her own body could do. her pawpads steped thew the forest to to find her den. she saw a male cat. but she thought this guy could help her. she asked "what is your name?" The male replied to her"what is your name". with one step she walked closer to him and said "my is". ROAR. a scream from far away shattered what she was about to say. without any problems the cat said back " my name s rose!" She ran away as fast as possible. she knew what was going on,she knew what to do, and what she did was run. because the soul was about to start a war." Rose" the male cat was about to that name was Jake. Rose could not go near one more cat, she had to get home, she needed a life to live. "can't go on I just can't I'm a domb peace of shit." Rose jogged threw the forest without knowing what to do. She heard a growl. Rose was starving she had to find food but how? Rose saw a something .
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