Phs-Phs-Phsyco!

I still remember the day I saw her face, torn, tortured, scarred. I thought once I saw it, I could never look away. In fact, that is true, but instead the face of hers is still painted permanently in my mind. It was the face of hell standing right before me.
It has been many moons before I met Phsyco, a black, tall, muscular she-wolf. She was the reason I had nightmares, as a loner I used to hide in caves, always scared I would see her face again, but now I have became a city cat, and I’m never alone there, never, and even that’s better. Well, let me tell you something, something about me...
I was born as a loner alongside my mother, and two sisters, I was always the only son. my father ran away when I was first born, and I can’t remember the names of my mother and sisters, that was probably because they were killed, I didn’t know until I found out the reason. Phsyco was first roaming the woods around then, and she was known for killing many cats without mercy.
By that time I had became depressed and anxiety would haunt me for nearly my whole life, until one day I actually met her. At first I ran, though she was fast and caught up with me in a second, I felt her sharp serrated teeth cut into my scruff as she lifted and threw me against a rock. By the time I knew what was happening it was too late, the beastly canine had me cornered, I can’t remember much, but I can remember sharp pain and the fact that I lost my right eye that day.
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Category:Cats
Category:Wolves
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