<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lost<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Open.</em><br/><br/><br/>"No... no no no no...." the word fell from her lips, transforming from a word into more of a sound, one of protesting, pleading, shock, fear. "No, no noonononononnonooooo." <br/><br/>But saying it wouldn't change the fact that the very world seemed to have altered around her, to have twisted further. Alone, she was alone again and out of her mind with her terror. She had retreated from the park, from the others. Two she might have watched quietly but three, one of them the Hare, no... she had fled, back to the scraps of cardboard, back to where she had felt Cat, seen Cat, been with her Kitty Cat. There was nothing there though but the worn down cardboard and she started to weep because of it. The tears tracked down her face but she didn't actually make a sound, not one that signaled crying. It seemed a bad idea. <br/><br/>In the darkened shadows she quivered with her fear, tears gleaming as they ran down her cheeks, her richly vibrant hair seeming a danger, an attractant. She didn't want to attract. Dori wanted only to hide. Yet curling up under the cardboard didn't seem safe, not safe at all. A thud, loud footsteps. She didn't even bother to look behind her, instead taking off into a spring, her petite body blurring so fast she scampered out of the ally and onto a main road. But main roads were worse, there was <em>more</em> there. <br/><br/>She darted back into the darker corners, trying to shrink into the shadows, panting, heart pounding. "Cat..." the name came out as a whine, a plea. "Kitty Cat please... help....."<br/><br/>The sounds again, the footsteps, sprint, shadows, hide, pattern, pray. Keep going. <br/><br/>Until hands reached for her, until they were cold and biting and vicious and she shrieked in panic, "NOOOOOO."</span></span>