Smark stared out in the Window from his room. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt a burning fire of anger within him. Smarks father went into the room. The skinny cat sat down beside him on The bed and put a hand on his back "im sorry that I could not stay for your birthday this year kid.." Smark did not say a Word. His father stroke the hand over his ginger fur in the forhead and said "I have to leave now. The ship will leave when the sun rises. Wont you say good bye to your father?" He said nothing. It was quiet. He sniffed a bit and spat "your never home at my birthday!" The father gave him a clap on his back and said "i promise to get you something nice.." He went out of the room again and left the kid in the bed.
After an hour of starting out in the night the sun started to color the sky pink and yellow and The stars started to fade away. He could see the mist. He remembered that his mom always told him that he could never go outside to the mist. Becuase If he did, the wolf pack in the mist would take him away and he Would never see Them again. Smark wiped his tears from the short, White fur. The fur was so short that another could even see the pink skinn under it. Smark got an idea. He picked up his bag that he got from his dad last year and started to pack. He put down some clothes, a artblock with a pen of coal and went out in the kitchen. His mom was gone to leave his father at the ship. He picked a large pice of bread that his Mother had made and put it in The bag with some cheese and a glass bottle with water from a bucket. He went outside and stared into the mist. He shouted "take me were father will go!" And he ran into the mist ready to leave home.
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The IceCold King
RandomSmark was a young boy raised in a good family. He later on found what started with love and ended up with blood. warning: blood
