it's all gone [open]

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[atrb=background,http://wimg.co.uk/Thl.png] It's all gone. Those were the first grim thoughts to enter Spider's mind as he gained consciousness in the alleyway where he slept the night before. His black pelt was ragged and tangled with dried mud, seeing as the alley had been rained on over the night and he had no chance to find shelter. Spider lifted his head wearily, and remembered. The history of why he was a loner, why he was here, why he was in so much pain... it all flooded back to him like the storm last night. He felt a heavy sensation on his heart, and grimaced. His mother, his brother, his lover, his father. All gone. Not that his father was much to worry about. Spider's father was a cheater, a liar, and a pervert. He had obviously just used Storm, Spider's mother, for his own personal fun. Spider finally let his head relax again as he rose to his four paws, long tail all but dragging behind him. He padded towards the far end of the alley, not knowing where it lead. Then again, for the past few moons Spider had just followed his instinct. No path kept him bound on a trail, a road set before him. No way. Spider followed where his brain told him, even if it meant suffering the emotional trauma of his memory each morning. Oh, man, how hard that trauma was... but the only thing Spider hated more than that pain of remembrance was being trapped. Trapped in a corner. Reserved to a path. Anything that meant he wasn't free was evil, and was completely against him. Spider swore under his breath, a curse a Twoleg had uttered while shooing him away from its pathetic rabbit hutch. It wasn't like he had eaten any rabbits. He hadn't had the chance to get in to the hutch and kill a fat, juicy one. How the heck did Twolegs keep their pets so fat like that? It was insane. Spider emerged out of the alley, forgetting the rabbits and the pain for just a moment, and glanced to his left down the alley. ooc/ open to anyone, right or left words/ three hundred fifty three

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Betrayal, pain, and guilt. Three words Firenight knew all to well. Her mother's death had been her fault, simply because she'd foolishly fallen for a tom, a suave brute with a dark heart. For most of the second year of her life it'd been a common joke that she was cursed to bear a broken heart, even her pelt reflected their jokes. A bloody heart separated down the middle so that one half rested on her flank, and the other upon her shoulder bore gleaming bands of crimson lightning snaked across her thin barrel linking the two broken halves together stood out against the inky black of her smooth pelt. With a single twist twin horns rose from her crown, their tips dipped in crimson, an effect echoed in the length of that nightly tail. Finally one could spot a pencil thin line of red trailing from the tip of her blacken nose, up between those fiery red amber eyes to finally end at the base of her neck.

But for the moment her past was the last thing on her mind. It was rather hard to think past the gnawing hunger that had plagued her for the last three days. Her last meal had been a half a piece of sausage scavenged from some twoleggers trash bin. A piece of meat she had swallowed whole before she'd been forced to duck away from a swinging broom stick. It had not been much and certainly nothing to be proud of. So much for the skilled huntress she'd once prided herself on being. On her own with a guilt ridden burden had made her slow and clumsy. A recipe for death on these cobblestone alley's she currently traveled.

With her muzzle nearly touching the stony ground mirroring the drag of her paws she walked onward. Her energy was low, if non-existent, but that to her mind was no excuse for not noticing the black tom earlier. With a strength born of pure willpower that head lifted while all forward motion ceased. The amber of her fiery gaze rested on the violet eyed male, more then a little startled at his 'sudden' appearance at the entrance of an alley she was about to cross in front of. It seemed not only was she sapped of energy, but she was drained of the manners that had once been so ingrained into her thin lithe frame for she could not even form a coherent sentence. "I..um excuse.." Finally she simply gave up and fell silent, waiting for whatever punishment fate had in store for her this time.