Literature
Naomi's Backstory
I padded through the forest my head hung and my dark paws wet with tears. "Beat it loser! You don't look the same as us!" Those were the last words ever said to me, by my own kind. Was it really my fault that I looked different? I let out a small sigh as I raced away from the hollow that was once my home, never looking back. I hid under a tree as the rain started to fall from the dark sky. I let out a small shiver as I heard some footsteps. They stopped suddenly in front of me. "Look! It's got strange colouring, let's take it to the lab!"
I bared my teeth, hissing and growling. "Get away from me."
"It can talk, like us." The mysterious figu