"GET OUT YOU MANGY FLEE BAG!!!"a chubby cook boomed booting out a crimson red cat with brown socks, matted fur and Jett black eyes (which for this chapter is me coal). I hit the floor hard with a soft thump . bines aching I get up ribs showing I hiss at the man before he slams the door in my face I huff looking to my sides to reveal wings which wear brown tipped like my ears tail and feet I'm bigger than a normal cat and struggled to find a Because of it but it dust matter my home has became the streets but anuf of that (and my spelling mistakes) "it's show time" I shakily trotting out to the street were a hot dog stand was sitting watching People and cars go bye day in and day out always. I dash up grabbing tow long strings of sosigge whilst making a quick escape words follow behind jumbled and contorted bye the busy city on the out skirts of a large forest but one thing I do hear frightens me "get em girl!!"... Oh no...