.:[Bio]:. Name: Williow (will-ee-oh) Gender: Female Personality: Williow is a very friendly and playful young cat, just out of her home and living in 1950's London. She has a small and cozy apartment near Big Ben and the city's market square. She enjoys cooking and making things. She spends a lot of the time at the market, both selling and buying. She has become very good friends with the rest of the stall keepers selling in the market, and often gets discounts because of these friendships.
Warning, this story may be a little graphic for really young users. There is no gore or anything, just scary crap. Also, sorry its short compared to my last one, I'm low on writing inspiration. Also, this isn't set in modern London, its set in London in like the 1950's ~STORY BELOW~ 'Run! Run faster!' I push my paws to move as fast as possible, but I still hear his breathing and the flat of the knife held in his mouth brushing my tail. I'm sprinting at high speeds through the softly lit streets of London, the street lights flying by faster than I ever thought they could, my paws carrying me over the streets, around intersections, faster than I ever thought they could. But it still isn't enough. He gains on me, getting closer with every paw step. After all, I'm still young and he's been full grown for a year or two. I look ahead, 'There it is!' The police station, it looms ahead of me, sitting quietly like a stone, dimly lit by the light hanging over the porch. I howl as loud as I can, "Police! Someone!" before I have to turn and fight my attacker while the police prepare to come to my aid. It is only then that I get a good look at him. His brown tabby fur is rumpled and sticking up in places, his fur is wrecked, but there's no mistaking those eyes. "Damien!" I recognize him, he's my brother! He ran off from home a few years ago, but as he advances on me, I realize that he is in fact my brother, but this isn't my brother. The crazed look in his eyes, he isn't himself anymore. He slowly walks forward, me backing up and suddenly he has me up against the wall. T h e n h e l u n g e d f o r w a r d
