**hello all! Here is finally Chapter TWO! Finally, you will begin to get to know my gorgeous sunda clouded leopard OC and her history. You will start to understand the people in her past that made her the cold, callus, lonely lady she is in my story. Please please PLEASE give me some reviews! If you like it, tell me! if you hate it, tell me! Tell me how YOU think I can improve it :)

It's raining when the sunda leopard leaves the police station at Drizzling Den, just beside the train station. Well there went a big portion of my day. Ugh! So many questions! I almost wish I had said no…. Almost. She walks through the rain completely unaffected. Now time to get to what I came here for. I wish the cemetery wasn't almost an hour away.

She begins the slow drudge out to the burial grounds. All of her ancestors was buried her. All the way back to before they was completely civilized. It seemed that everyone always would end up with in five miles of this place before croaking. That is, of course, anyone who died of natural causes.

She shudders. I don't need to start thinking about that again. Last time I did that while walking, I missed four classes and almost got hit by a bus on the other side of Zootopia. Who knows where I would end up here! Although if she had zoned out, she would never be able to get lost around here. As a cub, she wandered the area with her littermates; they explored every nook and cranny. Every hole, every tree, every boulder had been scrutinized by all six of them. A smile threats to take over her lips. She always has enjoyed those memories. Those bitter sweet memories…

She was half way to the top of mountain when a truck pulled up beside her. An elderly Sambar deer is behind the wheel. "Hey there! Has it been a year already?" he asks, scratching his beard.

"Yes, Mr. Rusa," the sunda leopard smiles warmly. Mr. Rusa had been one of the many people that had tried to help her after the incident. At the time, his wife was very eager to help as well—even offering to give her somewhere to stay—but they had a kid, a brat, that tried to say that she was a predator and that she would eat him in his sleep. Both parents tried to show the child that she was a gentle person, only being a few years older than him. Needless to say, the child made it impossible and she had to seek shelter elsewhere.

The old man smiles at her, "Well, Fuzzy, get on in, I'll give you a ride!"

The leopard grins and opens the door. She used to hate it when he called her that. He had always called her that. Apparently, out of the entire litter, she was the only one to have fur that reacted so poorly with the humidity in the air, being very voluminous in all the wrong ways. She reaches into her pack and pulls out a bottle of her delicious water.

"What flavor this time?" the old deer asks, glancing over.

"We both know you don't wanna know," she replies, shaking the red liquid.

"I don't know, I might like a little extra meat in my diet," he teases. They both laugh. "So what classes are you taking this semester? How many more do you have to take?"

She stares out the window, watching the rain streaming down it. "I am just now getting into the real classes. I've had to catch up with everyone else. It was honestly kind of embarrassing having to take Essentials of Reading, and Basics of Math. I was the youngest person in there by almost twenty years!..." She trails off, the embarrassment washing back over her, like it had every time she walked into the classroom.

"What is this reading you're talking about? And Math? Essentials? Sounds like you're on track to be one of those hot shot scientists!" The deer reaches over and pats her on the back.

She blushes and laughs quietly. He's right. Compared to the rest of this village, I am already halfway to my goal I am a genius to them!… But compared to those I went to high school with...

Her thoughts trail off, having flash backs of being shoved around on the playground as a kitten, being stuffed in a locker in middle school, and being publicly humiliated and rejected—an outcast in high school. Her last year in high school was the only year she had to give her hope for her future.

She went out on a limb and decided to try out for her school's marching band color guard. She did not really expect to get on the team, but she loved watching them and always wanted to know how to move flags and other things to make a beautiful, awe-inspiring show. The band was their own click. They didn't really talk to others. They stuck together, like a pack or herd. She always wished she could be apart of something like that, but was too afraid to try. That is—until her senior year. Color guard try outs was fun. As usual, she was the only predator. But for once, no one ran from her. No one threw things at her—rather, stuff was just being thrown everywhere. Glitter, streamers, bags of snacks, drinks, paper wads… but only one paper wad hit her, and she hear someone shout "Sorry!" and a few streamers ended up on top of her head.

She smiles at the memories. That was the beginning of the happiest time in her life since her family was killed—maybe even in her entire life.

Try out day was her trying to start her last year on a good note, and that it was. It was the day she meet two people who made a very big impact in her life: a wildebeest named Chloe Connor and a mouse deer named Tatum.

She blushes at the thought of him. Tatum was—

Mr. Rusa hits a pot hole in the road and they both are bounced hard in their sits. The sunda clouded leopard actually hits her head on the top of the cab.

"One day we'll get all of those holes filled!" the deer claims. "But it's gotta stop raining like rhinos and elephants out here! One of Mrs. William's boys got washed away—just 4 months ago. Apparently they found him just outside the limits of Zootopia! All bloodied up and torn to bits. Mrs. Williams still sobs over him, visits his grave every evening she does."

"Bloodied up? I thought you said he got washed away?"

"He did. He was out in the yard playing and when his mama called for 'em all to come in, he decided he would be cute and took off. His mama could be heard over half the mountain top—if it hadn't been raining harder than Mr. Mark Capra's head! Bull headed son of a—" Mr. Rusa's mumbled under his breath. "About two hours later, Mrs. Williams noticed he hadn't came back. You see, he would pull these sort of stunts a lot. But she didn't think anything about it. She never thought he'd get close to the river."

"But if he got washed away, how did he get so injured? Water doesn't tear up your flesh."

"There you go again, using big word. Miss astronaut! Any who, the officers who helped said he might had gotten caught up in some brush and debris. It seemed far-fetched to me, but then again, they are the police; they should know."

"Who was the officer?" The feline was curious who would assume tree limbs could do that to a child.

"Oh, it was one of those new prey officers. Ever since Police Chief Hopps has taken over, more and more prey officers have been accepted onto the force. I believe I heard its almost half the force now! I think it was a Officer Burnett and Officer Johnson. I think—you know I am no good with names. They were odd folk. Never seen anyone like them before! Officer Johnson or whatever had stripes like a zebra!" Mr. Rusa exclaimed, laughing. "Makes me wonder if we have started mixing species. The good Lord just didn't mean for such, you know that, Fuzz. Otherwise we wouldn't have had you. No sir, we might had had a—"

She cuts him off to get him back on track, "What about Officer Burnett? Did anything stand out about him?"

"Oh yea. Her bosoms. If I had to guess, I'd say she had been to one of those doctors that puts plastic in ya to make you look a certain way. Just not right I tell ya. God didn't make her that way, so why would she wanna look that way?"

"I don't know, Mr. Rusa. Did anything else seem unique to her?"

He contemplates as he drives in the rain, wipers going as fast as they can. His old beat up truck putters along the muddy road. "Not really. Just a weird animal we've never seen around here."

The petite cat looks out the window. Must have been new on the force. I might go to the police station before I leave and ask them about it. That just seems weird…

The cemetery appears over the horizon.

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