Shattphire stared out of the window. Yep, today was July 18th; we all know what today is…the day her Dad's pelt was sold for 1,000 dollars. The day she was separated and sold from her dad. Her sad day…her past swarmed in her mind as the bell rang, the ring reverberating off the metal walls in the Super Robot.
Dragon answered the door and Flame stood there cold, wet, and hungry. Dragon let him in, but was immediately decked by Grain. The two fought as Shattphire struggled to remember her dad. She couldn't think with all that fighting going on…her anger….slowly rising….
WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!?!?!?!?!?!" She yelled at them and they stared at her.
"He started it." They said at the same time.
Shattphire sighed and looked out the window. She remembered that her mom never liked her because she was prettier than her and that her mom was a stuck up rich tiger. He dad lived out in the wild and lived free. Well, he wasn't really her dad, but that's what she called him. And he would be forever known to her as her dad.
The hunters came and killed her dad and took her and sold her for two thousand dollars to an abusive rich owner. The owner rarely fed her, kept her in a cage, never changed her newspaper, and never took her out. The owner abanded her on the streets when they lost all their money could afford her. Dragon found her and took her in, nursed her back to health.
Matt walked in and took Grain in his lap and stroked his fur until he was purring and asleep in his lap. Flame was sitting on a couch looking at Shattphire.
"Hey Dragon? What's with Shatphire?" Flame asked.
Dragon sighed.
"Let me tell you about Shattphire's past."
