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Chapter One

Everything around me was grey. I was standing on a bed of small, smooth stones, each one nearly identical to the next. The clouds had even cast a grey shadow over the trees and flowers that stood behind me, not that those had been very colorful in the first place. It was November; nearly winter. I shouldn???t be surprised at the bland colors, and yet I was. I think the thing that got me was the fact that even the ocean, the one thing that had always been blue, was a dark muddy-grey color. The only brightness in this bleak world was me. My light brown hair, much too long to be considered normal, was being whipped around by the wind. I knew a storm was coming, but I still couldn???t convince myself to move from this spot. If I went back to the city where there was shelter, I would just be laughed at again.

I felt the first drops of rain before I saw them in the water. My ears, both the same color as my hair, twitched madly to try to keep the dripping water off them. I hissed quietly, sounding very much like an angry cat. That only made sense, of course. I sounded like an angry cat because, essentially, that???s what I am. Without pausing to think, I dashed for the nearby trees, refusing to stay out in the rain any longer than I had to. It turned out to be a smart decision. As soon as I reached the shelter, which took me considerably less time than it would have a human, it started to pour. Random drops still hit the top of my head, causing me to hiss every couple of seconds.

After about five minutes of me getting soaked, I heard someone shouting my name. I laughed slightly at the urgency of my sister???s voice, and walked in the direction that the noise was coming from. It wasn???t long before I had to stop; my stupid tail ended up bei