[~cheesie~]

From the thoughts of Spark

It's a hard life I live here, always on the run. I've never had a true home. You get used to it though; the hard life of a loner. I used to dream of having a pack, someone to talk to, and for that matter someone who wouldn't judge me by my past. I've given up on that now and settled in to my new life. I've turned hard and have grown a short temper; get me mad and then let's what happens to you. I know that if I did find someone who would accept me I could and would settle down, but I'm not going to waste my time searching just so my past can repeat itself.