A Sad Tail

[The True Werewolf]

This is a story of a male dog named Spot: viewtopic.php?f=30&t=1126178 and a female cat named Dutchess: viewtopic.php?f=30&t=1126221. These two pets are from different side of town and from different families. But they both have the same story, they were beaten and neglected by their masters. Tortured and tormented by the childrean and then left to fend for themselves on their own with a broken heart and a broken soul. This dog and cat pair soon end up meeting in a run down warehouse where they instently become friends. However, there are catchers for the pounds and many predators out that would scoop them up the moment they get a chance and Spot has recently been diagnosed with a sever illness that is slowly claiming his life. Can this duo make it through this hard life and become survivors and find a new home? Or will they like so many mistreated pets before them face a early grave? Only time will tell the story.

CHAPTER 1: The beginning

~DUTCHESS~
I never used to live on the streets before. I once had a nice home with a family that I thought loved me and cared for me. Little did I know, I was dead wrong. My story starts when I was a kitten, my mother was a show cat and a very popular one at that, my father was an average street cat. When I was ready to leave my mother, my brother's and sister's and I were placed in a box apart from our mother. At first I was scared and called to my mother who would occasionally answer back with her own call that I knew well as a sound to comfort me. It didn't take long for my siblings and I to find homes, we sold like those hot cakes I once heard my mother's master say. I was adopted by a wealthy family who thought that since I was a kitten of a show cat, that I could be trained to be one and make them even more money than what they had. I should have known the moment that the man who picked me up and brought me to my new home was bad. Animals could sense those things you know? But I was too young and too inexperienced to really tell what the feeling was that was constently nagging at me until it was too late. When I was a grown cat, they took me to a show specialist who looked me over, my family looked on with hopeful eyes but were deeply let down when the specialist said I was not deemed well enough for a show seeing as how I wasn't a pure bred cat. My masters were furiouse with me and when I was brought home they beat me! I had toys thrown at me, newspapers smacked across my head and rump and feet kicking me right and left. The little boy even threw me into the wall of the living room once. I suffered many scraps and cuts, but I always had hope that things would get better, that they would see that even though I couldn't be a show cat like my mother, I could still be a good family cat. My hope slowly dwindled as the days, months and even years go by and there hasn't been a single let up from the abuse. I was partially starved and dehydrated and my fur became matted and dirty despite my best attempts to clean it. I was forced to use a filthy litter box that reaked of my past visits but if I went anywhere else in the house I was only beaten even more. I began to hate my life and masters, I did not deserve this kind of treatment that they were giving me. I did not deserve this abuse that I have been taking on for so long. When I was finally fed up with it, I lashed out at the nearest person that tried to hit me which happened to be the little girl. My claws met her skin then a sharp scream pierced my ears as blood oozed out of her cuts and tears coated her cheecks. I was instently met with a steal toed boot and sent flying once more into the wall. Upon impact, the force was enough to knock me out for a good while. When I finally woke up, I knew they had abandoned me, there was not a single furniture in the house, there were no foot steps walking around and no one was talking, I was left to fend for myself. Being a cat, that wasn't hard for me to do, cats can adapt well with or without someone taking care of them. It's what made us so well adapted to surviving out in the wild. So, when I took a few minutes to brace myself and get my barrings, I soon headed out to find my own way in life.

~SPOT~
I had hoped that my new family would be better than my last, and at first it was. They treated me well for a few months but then things began to change, they became lazy and violent. The male master would come home reaking of alcohol and would beat me with a bat. The female master would shout at me and wave sharp knives at me to chase me out of the kitchen. The little masters would pull on my tail and ears to a point where I would yelp in pain but the big masters would do nothing about it. I had gone from one abusive family to another one. I have taken blows to the head, chest, legs and abdomen. I had been thrown and even dragged down the road by a truck on a rope that would strangle me to a point where I would end up passing out from the lack of oxygen. When other male dogs would come into the yard to fight me, my masters would do nothing about it when their teeth dug into my skin and made me bleed. My wounds went untreated and became infected to a point where I was lame on one leg. The male master would take me outside and tie me up on such a short leash that I couldn't even reach my water dish which was infested with dead flies and even magots of mosquitos. The water was slimmy and green but it was the only water I had there so I was forced to drink as much as I could reach. But when that dried up I was left with nothing. I would remain out in the open on that short leash for months on end in a filthy back yard that had rusty nails laying in the yard. Broken pieces of glass, wood with nails poking out of it and occasionally, dead critters that had eaten the poison that was no more than a few feet away from me. I looked up at the sky, the blazing sun making me pant with heat but there was no shade or shelter for me to go into. I preyed to whoever was listening to release me from this torture and set me free from this pain. My spirit was broken and my heart completely closed of any feeling, it was how I could manage to get through the abuse without biting back and risking more sever beatings. I hated my life, I hated the situation I was in and I felt helpless and alone. One day, the male master brought me into the house, I was frightened at first when I saw nothing in there but I followed him obediently anyways. When he tied me to the wall, he left and closed the door behind him. A few months went by and the rain eventually soaked the wood to a point where mold was forming, I was still tied to the wall and was slowly dying. Kids would walk down the street and throw a rock or two in the window, hoping to hit me in the process. The stench of the house was overwhelming to a point where I couldn't take it anymore. After some time, I began to struggle out of my coller, the cheap fabric ripped smoothly and I was free form it at last. I stood there for a few minutes, wondering what it was that I did to make them so mad at me and to leave me like this. Looking out the window, I made my bravest descision ever, I was going to attempt to live out in the wild. I had seen other dogs do it before so I knew it could be done, but the question that bothered me was if I had the strength to even do it? Did I think I could live out there and survive? My determination to escape this place however won over and I made my way out into the world.

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[Dragonfire13]

Wow! Amazing!

[lil28]

OMG it is so awesome. Definatkey continue!

[The True Werewolf]

Thanks guys

[The True Werewolf]

~Dutches~
When the bright morning light came into my garbage can, I slowly opened my sleepy eyes, I could hear the birds chirping and a distent call of dogs and people. I had found my way into a city that was teaming with food, I found a nice can to call home and I patrol a surprisingly good amount of territory for a female cat. My one good eye looked around the outside of the can for a bit for any signs of other cats or potential predators. I saw people of all sizes and colors walk by without giving so much as a single glance in my direction, something I actually liked a bit. I have come to fear the human race. When the coast was clear enough for me, I padded to a nearby puddle and took a drink before patroling and refreshing my territory, I had to fight a little with a tom but drove him off easily, he was in a worse state then me so it worked out just fine. When I had secured my home once more, I turned my attention to hunting for breakfeast. Soon comming upon a resturaunt in my territory that was teaming with rats, I caught three fat ones and brought them back home, they were good and provided enough food for my empty stomach. When I finished, I cleaned the blood off of my muzzle and groomed my matted fur, the taste was horrible but I was used to tasting it by now, my fur had clumped even more and gathered more filth, you could still see my bones due to a bad case of tapeworm but I was determined to survive anyway, even if I ate and didn't gain weight, at least I was trying. When I had my fur as clean as it would go, I leaped up on my can to bath in the warm rays of sunlight for a little nap, it seemed that's what I have always been doing these days, hunting, patrolling, grooming and sleeping. Avoiding predators and people and just taking in life every day.

~Spot~
I had finally found a good place for me to stay, it wasn't far from a running stream and a town full of food from cans that people would leave out. I would however only come out at night, it was how I could avoide most predators and people that come in my way, plus not to mention I could escape a whole lot easier from being detected when I would snag something more than food out of the cans. My fur was however horribly loosing patches and not to mention a few of my teeth were broken and or missing, I had to fight other dogs before and have gotten stronger and more experienced. I patrol a whopping 300 acre of territory, enough for a lone dog like me, plus, it wasn't hard to defend it either. When night time came, I would sneak out of my home and like a raccoon on the hunt I would patrol my terf and hunt for food, hunting was something I was good at as well, it helped me on when I couldn't scavenge for food. When I entered into town, I was immediatly greeted by three huge male dogs, one of them had a spiky coler on, the other had his right eye closed with a scar going over it and the other had both his ears and his tail cropped. I was a little taken aback at how well built they were, you could see every muscle in their body through their tan and brown skins, their eyes were glaring at me with such an intensity that made me cower a bit, I knew I couldn't fight these guys and I think they sensed that, so, deciding that it was best to bolt instead of risk seriouse injuries, I ran until I was driven out of my own territory. I however didn't stop after that, I soon found myself in a city over populated with people and other dogs. I was instently counsiouse of how I must look to them and walking by a group of well groomed dogs, I was followed by names such as a "flea bitten hound" or "Scruffy outsider" or even the worst ever, I was called a "Filthy mongrel." I lowered my brown and white head, my ears drooped and I wished I could just dissapear from their taunts. After a while, I saw this abandoned warehouse, at first I thought it was already claimed, but scenting the air, I picked up no scent of dogs, just a musty smell like my old home smelt like. Looking around me for the last time I decided to go in.

[lil28]

Well done! Youn sure have talent

[The True Werewolf]

Thanks, but I don't think I'm that good, I think I could improve on a few things

[lil28]

Well, you're no anthony Horowitz, but you have the T word. Talent. I write stories myself. I'm just too shy to share mine

[The True Werewolf]

I love writting stories, it give me a chance to bring out my creative side when I'm not drawing, and you should share them, I bet they are good And who's Anthony Horowitz? I never heard of him I don't think

[lil28]

He's a very famous author. And yeah..I might...