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Name: Sanders (Nickname Sandy)

Gender: Male

Personality: He is a smart-elic kind of cat. He is very sly and very clever. He, like a grain of sand, can easily slip through situations if he feels that he could not win in that particular situation or just doesn't feel like it. He likes to play mind games and is devilish you may say but it's hard not to be when you have an evil mask of destruction and power as your boss.

Story: Lost in a desert as a young kitten; his family which consisted of two older sisters and a mother were killed by stravation(the youngest sister), coyotes (oldest sister), and heat (mother had all three contributing to her passing); Sanders kept going on, lost and all alone. One day as the heat of the endless sun was all most too unbearable with three days of no food or water he tripped over what he thought was a rock. He looked over at the cursed and glared at it until he realized it was shining in the sun. Though his body was suffering he wobbled to his feet, and dug out the shiny object, with no clue what it could be but prayed it was a relief to his worn out body.

A black mask was all he found the object to be. The young Sanders collapse on the hot sand in distraught. He was about to cry thinking of the fate he now must succumb to until he heard a crackle. Sanders raised is head quickly to the strange noise to see only the creepy face of the mask unchanged and unmoved. Sanders sighed as he cooked in the sun, just looking at the creepy face that would watch him bake and rot.

Suddenly he saw and heard the mask laugh wickedly, Sanders jumped onto his weary burned paws and stared at the laughing mask in shock. He question his sanity as he watch the mask laugh. When the mask stop his laughter, it talked to the young kitten,

"Listen, me boy, I have a favor to ask you?"

Sanders crinkled his nose unsure by the grin the mask was giving him. "What favor?" he croaked through his dried mouth.

"Could you help me? I need someone to carry me around. You see, us masks, like to be worn. It is why we are made," the black cyclops mask asked in a pitiful voice.

Sanders eyed the suspicious mask carefully. The mask lost it's patients quickly and sneered at the young kitten, "Fine, I'll make a deal with you instead. Wear me and I'll help you live through this awful, atrocious, litter box."

Sanders ears pricked up at the hope that he wouldn't die in this unforgiven terrain. "And," the mask added with a sweet sickly grin, "I will also grant you vast knowledge and ultimate paranormal powers beyond one's comprehension!"

Sanders curled his claws into the sand looking at the unaffected sand as it slipped through his claws. Sanders strained for a swallow as his swollen dried mouth made it difficult. He shook with the thought of death if he did not accept the generous offer. But the one thing that pulled at his mind was how and why this strange unusual mask would offer such things as his own life. He licked his cracked lips with his rough dried tongue and looked up at the mask who seemed to still be grinning at him. "Deal."

P.S. His weakness are kittens, especially orphan ones, his heart bleeds for them.

Long story huh... didn't expect it to be. It just came to mind as I went. Hop you like.