Days turned to weeks, which turned to moons as I ran, never stopping for more than a night, sure that Claw was going to get me. I no longer called him papa, he was not worthy of that privilege, that responsibility. Any kittypets which saw me squealed in fright, scampering away; I was only 5 moons old, for goodness sake! And I probably looked younger! Why would they be scared of me? Soon I heard of the rumour that was going around again - when I was just a moon old, I almost killed my sister; it had increased to Rose apparently being forever paralysed and being terrified of anycat who looks like me as it spread through the many ears, minds and mouths. Before long, a tiny black cat with a white paw and a terrifying purple collar, studded with teeth and claws, asked me if I would like to join his gang. His voice was squeaky and ice-cold, and his eyes had a malice in which I could very clearly see him holding me down, just as my traitorous sister did. I snarled at him, "No, you'll betray me. Just like my dear treacherous sister," and ran off. He must have been the first to realize that I may have not had attacked first, for the squealing seemed to lessen, but perhaps it was because I was running faster than the tales.
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Holly's Myth
FanfictionA kit is born into a harsh family, with hardly any friends, and betrayal and claws drive her out of her comfort zone. As the myths that her family created about her spreads, she is left with no where to go and no one to trust. Can she stop the tales...
