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Paw Prints;;
&Still Moving Forward

I'm Silver Snider. I suppose I could say I'm the 'one and only', but that only strikes up controversy. My story, my life, it is not that of a horror tale seen on the Silver Screens; No. But, merely, hardship. My mother and father bore me, along with the rest of my siblings, in the midst of a harsh winter's storm. It raged for days and we kept cozy within the homestead we had taken refugee in. An old badger's den, to be exact. Father kept us plump with the small kills he would obtain on his hourly hunts for our ever growing bodies. I always preferred to keep to myself, as did the others wish I kept to myself as well. I was, in fact, the runt of the litter of four. One brother and two sisters. I did, however, get my fair share of the meals. Most of the time. Also, as young as my siblings were, they could not grasp the fact that I was born differently from them, thus shunning me. The only way one deals with those different. Mother used to say we're all alike on the inside. I beg to differ. I was born with what is known as 'situs inversus'. Or, in Layman's Terms... my internal organs have been flipped to the opposite side. For example, my Heart is on the right side. Deadly? Not sure. Different? Yes. But, that does not make me special.
No. I am far from the 's' word...

It then came to one day that father left on a hunt and failed to report back. My siblings and I were old enough to fend without our mother for a certain time span. So, she left to retrieve our father. Days passed and spring came; They never returned. My siblings left one by one. I stayed until a crabby badger wished to claim his den once more. I left, the loyal daughter, off to fend on her on. A voice called, 'Move On...' I responded, 'Where?'

So, I did. I came to know the real World. There are whores, bastards, and wolves who can be down right crude. Alone and uncaring, I allowed myself not to love, but to simply be one with them. I've done things I'm not proud of, but, regret is a word I've still have yet to learn.

The rest is to be unfolded.
If You Remember Hauru , You Remember Me