Cody cowered beneath a tree, so scared he didn't notice the scent of another cat. A gash above his muzzle bled onto his nose, filling it with the acrid scent of his own blood. The kit had run. Run far away from his abusive mother. His abusive father. His abusive brother. A long scar ran across his side, and another rested just below his left eye. Cody's hazel tabby fur rustled in the wind, chilling him to the bone. @
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