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| - It’s hard to find a point to start. It always has. I know, from my ruins of a life so far, that I need to change – and drastically. But, there is always one question that bothers me every time I think of this – how? It’s never been easy. You see, I know I’m not normal. My ideas are the strangest to what the normal cats think, and I don’t understand how they can be so… confident with one another. In the world of loners and rogues, I’ve always lacked the social skills required of them – and I still don’t have them. …and no answers have ever come to me. It breaks my heart.
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| - It’s hard to find a point to start. It always has. I know, from my ruins of a life so far, that I need to change – and drastically. But, there is always one question that bothers me every time I think of this – how? It’s never been easy. You see, I know I’m not normal. My ideas are the strangest to what the normal cats think, and I don’t understand how they can be so… confident with one another. In the world of loners and rogues, I’ve always lacked the social skills required of them – and I still don’t have them. They look at each other in the eye with a clear ease, while I shudder every time a cat yowls with fury at me when they notice that I’m not looking me in the eye. They never can take me seriously because of this. I’ve always wondered why I struggle unlike no other… …and no answers have ever come to me. It breaks my heart. Those are my weaknesses, and every time a cat meets me for the first time, they find these out very quickly. Then, they abandon me – thinking that I’m worthless, not ready for them. I do know I’m not worthless – and every time a cat says it, it tears at my heart, already shattered by many before them. I have my talents, too, and they are oblivious to them, as they see me off before they realize who I truly am. I’m smart, for a cat – well, I like to consider that to myself, anyway. I know a lot about fighting and hunting – and although it took me a while to master by myself, I soon honed my newfound talents. I am also great at navigating these pine forests around my home – I rarely get lost, but I do know of times that I have done so. See, I have my talents. However, in this society, every cat knows that perfection is the best, and that weakness cannot be tolerated. That is my biggest flaw in this life – my weaknesses. It seems I always have more of them than my strengths. Speaking to others – confessing my feelings – is another one. See, I’m on a roll right now – it takes me effort to do this. I hate to be embarrassed, especially because I have suffered so much about it in society. I feel trapped, because of these weaknesses. I know I don’t want to be a fool, like I already am. I’ve messed up that part of my life too much. Now, I want a fresh start – and I feel that now, after all these moons, trying to figure out a way out of this. I need to open these doors that I have locked for so long. My name is Inuwa. I guess you could say this is an introduction to my life, but I don’t know for sure. Who knows that the other cats call it, in their popular societies that they have, the ones that I have never had the chance to do? I have no idea, but I wish I knew.
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