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HorrorSteps birth was the worst day of his life. Cliché he thought, to hate the day of his birth but in this case it was true. Born as he was with his skull like marking, how could he not? The gossip followed him, whispers of ill-omens, bad luck, and horror in his future. It was how he got his name and while he tried to go by other names, his face preceded him, and HorrorStep was a nicer name than some of the others given to him by others. He tried to embrace his name, and his face, and in a way he did, the character he portrayed to others only helped his reputation. But deep inside he wished he could be anybody else.
The best day of his life is yet to come, a vision of pretty eyes, a soft pur, and mewing kits. A family? He hoped it was his, these dreams of a mate and kits helped him through many dark days.