Okay… this is for Wolftacoz… do you like tacos? Anyway, to the subject… this is a cat named Sophie, probable a beautiful, loving cat. Thank you for all the information, and I am sorry for your loss. *looks down*

~R.I.P. Sophie

Sophie sat on the mat, feeling comfortable, her favourite twoleg, a young female, settled beside her. I love her; she is so loving she thought, rubbing her head on her twoleg's leg. "I love you," she purred loudly, knowing she couldn't understand her.

"I love you too," the twoleg squealed and the cat pricked her ears and then she felt her head burn up. What the- the twoleg, who was patting her head, gazed at her with huge eyes. "Sophie, you're burning up!"

Pain formed in her stomach and she gritted her teeth. "Argh," she growled, digging her claws into the mat, and the twoleg scampered off to find the older twoleg.

What is happening to me pain shot through her and she struggled to her paws, her large yellow eyes narrowed with confusion? Here comes another trip to The Cutter she thought, managing to be sarcastic throughout the pain.

The twolegs blabbered and she didn't know what was wrong, she felt herself begin to pass out…

"Hey! Why are we here," a small black kitten growled, looking around. She squeaked loudly. "I don't know, I was warm by my mama's tummy and now I'm here!" she pointed out. They were inside a large shop… That's what it's called I think.

"Maybe she didn't want us," a small white she-kit wailed, her huge blue eyes lit with worry. "Smiths," she murmured and the three other kits looked at her with confusion in their eyes and she beckoned her short tail to the sign above them. "Woah," they squeaked in awe.

"We've got to get out of here," the ginger tabby tom with white paws informed them. "I know," the black tom growled, unsheathing his claws.

"Come on!" the white she-kit squealed, digging her claws into the cardboard and attempted to clamber out. "I can't," she sighed.

Shadows leaned over them and the kits closed their eyes, expecting the worse, but then they realized, it was only the twolegs. One of them grabbed the white she-kit, her sister. "No!" she wailed, grabbing her sister's paw. "Ouch!" she squealed.

She reluctantly let go and she peered over the edge of the box, watching her sister go…

Soon enough, she was the only kitten left in the box, and she gazed out the window at the clouds, they were lazily floating across the sky. She pawed boringly at a piece of newspaper, until she heard oohs and ahh's. She felt herself being picked up and she didn't bother fighting it, she felt warm, and safe in this twoleg's arms. Goodbye Smiths she thought with a sad a smile.

She woke up and she instantly recognized The Cutter, and she let out a short, quiet hiss. The twolegs petted her pelt, in act to calm her but she was reminded of why she was here when a sizzling pain shot through her stomach. She let out a small cry.

The twolegs talked, but she couldn't understand… I don't like anyone here, they are horrible and mean, and use sharp needle like things she hissed angrily, glaring at the newcomer.

She only heard the word. "Cat," and "Mean," and she got the message. "Mean yourself," she spat, baring her teeth, and she rested her head in her paws, trying to ignore the pain.

The twolegs were looking very worried and she felt hope vanish. She felt something sharp prick her and she felt herself begin got fade… seriously this time.

A woof sounded behind her and she hissed in irritation. "Hercules, shut up I'm trying to sleep," she snapped, but she knew she wasn't sleeping and she spun around, but instead of the Rottweiler, there was a golden-retriever named Maxie. Ah, old Maxie… "Where am I?" she asked the dog, meeting his gaze confidently.

"You're in Paradise, I am not allowed to be here, since I have to get back to my Paradise, but you don't know any cats well enough for you to be guided there," the golden dog pointed out with a yap.

"Where's my sister," the dog's ears pricked and embarrassment shone in her eyes. "Oh, I forgot about your littermates," she let out a small yap, as in an apology and his golden pelt began to fade as he took off into the distance.

An older white she-cat appeared, her eyes shining with affection. "Ah Sophie, it seems like a lifetime ago that I saw you fade away in that box," she reminded gently. "Ah, good old days," she muttered sarcastically. "What was Maxie talking about when he said Paradise?" she asked her sister. "It's Snowy by the way, that's what my twolegs called me," she pointed out.

"Oh,"

"Okay, answering your question… Paradise can be whatever you want it to be, bad, or good… well not really bad," Snowy went on. "So, my Paradise is with my twolegs, chop-chop!" she growled, looking around, waiting for them to poof into the dream she was having.

"That is one thing you cannot have," and Sophie bit her tongue. "Not really Paradise is it?" she growled. "No, I wished for my twolegs too when Crow brought me here," and Sophie blinked. Snowy got it. "Crow is our brother," and Sophie smiled as she remembered her stubborn brother.

"I'm hungry, is there any food here?" she asked, her oatmeal coloured stomach rumbling. Her grey fur was bristling as she looked around, it was so… strange.

"Yes, you either can catch it, or you get your meals by the twolegplace," seeing the hope flash in her eyes, Snowy hastily added. "No twolegs, just food," and her tail drooped.

"So where is it?" she asked again, feeling very depressed. I miss my twolegs, especially the young female; she was my favourite twoleg in the whole world!

"Over there," Snowy showed her with her tail and Sophie reluctantly left the trail and headed towards the twoleg nests that reminded her of home.

R.I.P. Sophie (Sorry for not updating in a while)

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Name Of Cat: Sophie (Wolftacoz)

Gender: She-cat

Appearance: a grey ticked tabby she-cat with an oatmeal coloured undercoat and black ticked fur and a black stripe on her back where the smaller stripes connect and an oatmeal belly and a white muzzle and large yellow eyes.

Personality: Very secluded, afraid of almost anything. Only likes her owners; preferably the apprentice aged one.

Cause Of Death: Blockage in the Stomach

Environment: House-cat.

Genders of Twolegs: An apprentice aged female and an adult female.

Other Pets: A Rottweiler named Hercules with tan paws and white spots on his paws.

Deceased Pets: a golden retriever named Maxie.

Other: Sophie was found at a free kitten box in front of smiths.

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